A man died after he was crushed and trapped underneath a telescopic public urinal while working on the device in central London.
He was pronounced dead at the scene at Cambridge Circus during a rescue effort at the junction between Shaftesbury Avenue and Charing Cross Road.
Pop-up toilets are stored underground and raised hydraulically to street level at night for people to use.
Crews were sent to the scene at 13:05 GMT and the man was freed by 15:40.
A Westminster City Council spokesperson said: “Our thoughts and deepest sympathies are with the friends and family of the worker who tragically died earlier today at this site in the West End.
“We have been on site supporting our contractor and the emergency services and will assist all investigations in any way we can.”
ht/ cynic
All the ink from the tats leaked into his nutsack.
Wow, what a way to die – crushed to death by a pisser.
Excuse me if none of this makes any sense to me.
🎶it’s my own, personal, urinal
I can hold my pee until thee raises for me.
Telescopic underground urinals is why so many Americans died saving Brits from the Germans. Twice?
Dying in that fashion…. I’ll bet he’s pissed off.
…I didn’t want to laugh, it’s not funny, but, c’mon…
I still get a kick out of how Brits pronounce it: your-EYE-nal
That’s a pisser …
I’m somewhat confused.
If the Sun never sets on the British Empire, when are these urinals supposed to be available for use?
First reaction:
What the Fuck is a Telescopic Urinal?
2nd reaction:
I guess SanFranShitco really is a safe Town.
What a stupid concept.
A little street justice would have solved the original reason they had to instal them in the first place!!
Yeah, tacky to be sure, but I couldn’t resist. (-;
On February 17th, 1975, I was in London for a short getaway with the first spouse. We were in Leister Square that night thinking of attending a movie there. I was watching an old guy roasting chestnuts in a steel barrel over an open fire. The square was filled with hundreds of people and it was very cold. He stepped away a short distance from the barrel and whipped “it” out to relieve himself onto the curb. I wasn’t used to a display like that but nobody else paid any attention. Back in those days, London provided very few options for the public to relieve themselves. It was the normal thing to do when out on the town at night and everybody was used to it. Sometimes the old ways are the best, I guess.
Sounds like a great band name from the punk rock era. The Telescopic Urinals.
My comment should have been in the exploded nuts story, don’t how it ended up here.
What a way to go.
An erectile toilet… that’s a new one on me!
Soo, what do you see when you look through a telescopic urinal?
Uranus?
Is a telescopic urinal for needle dicks that need help seeing their tiny manhoods? They should have them in Boston – they love a wicked pissah.