Yesterday I was at a work thing down south at stanwell tops. I got a lift to Sutherland station so I could train it home. I had 20 mins before there was a train so I went and got some hot chips and a buddy. Got the train, ate the chips, drank the buddy. By the time I got to central I needed to pee pretty bad, but there is no toilets inside the ticket gates. So I headed up to the country platforms so see if there was an express i could catch home. No express for 25 mins. Back to the all stations platforms there was a train in 10 minutes.

I stood on platform 16 with the pressure building up in my bladder wondering if I would make it home.

Eventually on the train the pain was intense, I was starting to sweat, my lower back was hurting and i was certain my bladder was going to internally combust. I realised making it all the way home was not an option. I was going to have get off the train and relive myself then find another train. But where do you get off? It was almost 8pm so most north shore stations are unmaned at that time so the dunnies would be locked. I figured Chatswood would be my safest bet. But it was so far away. One station away at Artarman i jumped off not being able to hold any longer. Then in a split second dash i got back on the train. the pain was intense. I made it to chatswood then had to endure what felt liked the worlds longest escelator ride down to the concourse. I could see the toilet doors. I made it, turned the handle but the door didnt open. My heart sank, my vlavles where about to release. Luckily the scond door opened. It was a seedy bathroom with rubish and toilet paper anywhere, but for me in that moment it was heaven. I relseased the wee. It never stopped coming.

all empty I headed back to the platform and only had to wait 3 mins for a train.

I’ve never needed to wee so band in my entire life.

In other news last night we wathced ‘be kind rewind’. It was a really great movie. you should hire it.