| Profile : Huw Green | Huw Green lives in Nottingham and loves the burgeoning Drum and Bass scene as well as Selectadisc and the Broadway cinema. In addition to attending as many gigs as possible, he likes to keep an eye on the weird and wacky around the city. He enjoys windsurfing and goes to Rutland water to catch a breeze whenever there is enough time. When he grows up, Huw wants to be Donald Sutherland in M.A.S.H. |
The steps to the toilet of Lloyds Bar present a potential problem. It is all too easy to imagine a disastrous cascade from the bar into nether world of doors marked "staff only". If you do make it down safely and without embarrassing injury or upset, you still have to traverse a veritable assault course of tiled steps and mysterious doors. | "I'm looking for a female to review Nottinghamshire's ladies loos. If you're interested contact: nottingham@bbc.co.uk" | | Huw Green |
This is a chain of bars and so you should expect no extra care or attention, just the bare minimum to get past the health and safety inspectors. Two cubicles stand between the wall and the entrance and the standard line of urinals is on hand as you walk in, sometimes no surprises is a good thing. The walls are tiled with in functional cream, which leaves the mood tasteful and understated. What more can one say when presented with such banality and straightforwardness? Toilet rolls are getting a little low as I enter, always an unnerving problem when you are in public and far from the safety and comfort of your own home.
 | | Lloyds Bar toilets |
However, the lock is fine and there are no ominous spills, which makes up somewhat for shortcomings elsewhere. Here is a largely inoffensive toilet, well signed and reasonably maintained. While you are unlikely to be raving about it later on, it won't disrupt your evening. One thing that does grate is the way that the music and general hustle seem to spill in, making the place feel more like an extension of the bar than a gentle retreat from it. This extends, at times, to overcrowding. Can there be anything worse than the threat of invasion of privacy when you need a few minutes to get away from the pub? Whatever happened to hiding away from it all to get five minutes peace while someone else gets the drinks in? | 
