We were away in Bristol for Supercock. Alf and I were sharing a room. He decided to bring a fake turd away with him, as only he would, and place it in our room's toilet. Outside, in the corridor, were the unsuspecting chamber maids going about their daily work. Alf called the maids, telling them we had a blocked toilet. They came to look and shrieked how disgusting it was. They told us that they would have to get a plumber sent to the room, with that Alf told them he would do it himself. Reaching into the toilet, he grabbed the turd which resulted in the maids running down the corridor screaming, with Alf in pursuit.