Amusing take on the other tales of potty dishumor. Different feel and runs on a bit in places, but I like it all the same, especially the ending the visual of this guy with his guardian poop angel.

Hilarious – I love the patron saint of poop, though God only knows why she’s stood by him for all these years. Perhaps she finds his faecal incompetence endearing? Also the description of the grey zone inhabited by ‘the gang’ – between drinking buddies and crap people – is priceless, because it rings so true.

A couple of minor points – you need to post this as a sequel to the last Potty Dishumour, and I think the comma in twisting in knots again, I felt the angel is misplaced (should it be a full stop? Doesn’t read quite right to me). But ignore me, I’m fussy….

I second everything that JonB said.

Hi, thanks for comments, have tidied up the piece and re posted as a sequel. I realise (pause whilst spell check disapproves of my English spelling) that it is perhaps a bit off piste sequel wise but having discovered recently that St Elmo is the Patron Saint of IBS suffers ( which gives a whole new meaning to St Elmo’s fire)I couldn’t resist the words poop and angel link.