I remember (back when I was a lad) raising my hand in class one day to ask permission to go to the toilet. The teacher must have enquired whether I would be 'standing' or 'sitting' because I recall her opening a cupboard and taking out a roll of loo paper, from which she tore off one sheet and handed it to me. I was only five years old at the time, but no way in hell was one sheet of bog roll going to be up to the job required of it - especially as it was IZAL toilet paper, which was rough on one side and smooth on the other.
Using the rough side was like scraping your bum with a cheese-grater, and using the smooth side only smeared any remnants of your 'deposits' all over your nether-cheeks. (Either way, the jaggy edge it acquired when it became scrunched on 'application' almost tore your @rse apart.) I'm sure this teacher would've used more than one sheet to wipe her own posterior, so what she was thinking of in doling it out only in single figures is a mystery worthy of Sherlock Holmes himself.
Izal medicated toilet paper had other uses of course. It came in handy for playing the comb'n'paper (shame on you if you don't know what I'm talking about), and also as tracing paper for those less artistically inclined than myself. A couple of years and another primary school later, I recall one lad coming in one morning with a tracing of RUMPELSTILTSKIN from his school reading book and trying to pass it off as an original drawing. The game was up when the sheet of Izal was placed over the page in the book, revealing him as the bare-faced liar that he was. (And became renowned for in subsequent years.) "My sister drew it!", he lamely proclaimed - much to the ridicule of the rest of the class.
Looking at the picture at the start of this post, I can even remember what the paper smelled like - before use, I mean. It had a slight whiff of disinfectant that was not altogether unpleasant, and the memory of it whisks me right back to my childhood. It was even commonly used in homes, not just schools and hospitals. Having said that, however, thank goodness for the advent of the ANDREX puppy and the soft, cushioned toilet rolls with which it so playfully romped. Life is full of enough trials and tribulations without the performance of one's necessary toilet ablutions being yet one more of them, I'm sure you'll agree.
And, in case you want to relive a moment from your youth, Izal medicated toilet roll and tissues are still available online from various suppliers. Go on, treat your botty to a good ol' fashioned scrape at the earliest opportunity. (In a non-pervy way of course.)
At least you were allowed to go to the toilet, Kid - when I was about 5 I asked my teacher, Mrs. Peddler , if I could go the toilet but she said no so I ended up pooing my pants !
ReplyDeleteShame you couldn't have pooed HER pants, CJ.
ReplyDeleteAs soon as I spot that picture I am immediately taken back to our bathroom. Yes, this was our Mother's chosen brand and I can smell it now! Of course I used it to play kazoo on my comb, but one memory is indelibly imprinted in my memory which immediatey shot into my mind the second I saw the little picture on your home page and I was back in the toilet again, ripping off 4 sheets for a tracing experiment. As a younger kid, I had been bought a toy plastic Beatles guitar, which had 4 drawings of their faces on it. Now, as an older kid and a HUGE Beatles fan, I wondered would it be possible to trace and transfer these images in BIRO onto my school immitation leather briefcase the same way as pencil tracing? Well, yes it was and I did and I was one proud owner of a briefcase adorned with the faces of the Fab 4 in biro, which I nonchalantly lied I had drawn!
ReplyDeleteIzal bog roll / my "Beatles" briefcase. The 2 things just go together!
Funny how a bit of toilet paper can transport you into the past, eh, JP? Did you have the plastic Beatles 'wig'.
ReplyDeleteDidn't need it, Kid, had me very own mop-top. Couldn't HALF do with it now though!! :-D
ReplyDeleteAnyway, Izal was a step up from me Granny's. When I wanted to "go"there, as a kid, I was afforded the luxury of a few old paper bags from the grocer's, saved for recycling (it's not a NEW thing!) in such a manner, to take with me to the outside khazi. For the grown-ups, they would take yesterday's Daily Mirror with them and, apparently during the war, it was a particularly rewarding experience if you could find a picture of Hitler to use!
I well-recall the outside loo. Not that our house had one, but relatives' homes and holiday houses had them. Kids today have it easy.
DeleteI don't recall any school getting anything than standard septic tank-safe toilet paper myself (Don't suppose we have a similar brand in the states). Best memories I recall is my mom always stocking up on the Scott brand with it's 1,000 sheets of cheap, 1-ply crappiness. Today, I come to appreciate the economy that went into my mom's decisions in preferring stuff like that (over something like Charmin) or buying food at ALDI.
ReplyDeleteMy mother sometimes used to buy cheap toilet paper, Chris, but it was a false economy. I had to use twice as much because otherwise my fingers poked through it on application (yeuch!). Nothing but the best for me now.
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