As we sink further into barbarism, it is pleasing to be given reminders that the dapper and the elegant can survive, sometimes in the unlikeliest of places. I am not at all sure I would wish to live in Vietnam, but I would certainly like to see us copy their toilet signage. Would it not lift your spirits, ever so slightly, to see our public conveniences marked with these silhouettes?
Some other signs here (via David Thompson).
Now I know what is at the end of the dapper hall…
Ms Cradledew is referring to the hall in a “poem” by the Lemsip-imbibing ex-Laureate Andrew Motion, an extract of which can be found here: