PLUMBING THROUGH THE AGES

When I was young, we amused ourselves by preparing boys for combat; getting drunk; fucking damned near anything that moved; developing devices of torture; raising private armies; killing poachers; and of course, writing delicate verse.

Aside from electricity, keyboards, software and powerful handguns, things are pretty much the same these days. (However, I will admit that the modern flush toilet is an improvement on the palace garderobe. Picture below.)


Right. I know what you're thinking. Chamber pots.

Yes. We had them.

We also had guys who would wipe the King's bum. (see: Groom of the Stool.)

Now, regarding that last position, there must be a contemporary name or two which springs to mind....

Anyone? Bueller?