In France they used to have open men's 'Pissoirs' on the streets. Just a bit of light screening around it, a central structure to piss on and a drain below.

i wsa dog walking with a lady-friend a couple of years ago in some local woodland. (she was 62yrs). half way around the walk she announced she 'needed to go' and snuck into some bushes.
I kept look-out on the track, but was quite curious as to whether to sneak-a-peek.
Valour got the better of me, and I stayed with my back to her, as she emerged from the undergrowth. (not a euphemism)

A year prior to that, I had encountered a large-ish lady carrying a small dog, whose leg subsequently got caught in the woman's T-shirt, pulling it down, and letting one of her large breasts get full public exposure.

If I had been dog-walking and got caught with my sausage out by a lady, no doubt the police would have been called. Blatant sexism

I disengage, I turn the page.

The French: the only people who'd be happy with the toilets in the Arthur.

Red and Blue Army!

I've been to a few Grand Prix on the Continent in my time where it is commonplace for the blokes to pee in public.

The art is to nonchalantly work your way to the track barrier, as if to get a better view, do the biz, then saunter back to your favoured viewing spot for the remainder of the race.

Public loos are few and far between at some of those tracks and being there from early morning till late afternoon was a test of even the strongest bladder.

Felt really sorry for the girls though. Usually a long walk for them.

Dad and I watched games standing on the muddy slope of the Holmesdale Road end. He cheered and I rattled.

In the early 1990's, I went to The Old Trout at Windsor to see a band and travelled by train. After copious amounts of music and beer my mate and I headed for the last train which was parked in the station.
Our bladders were full, but there was no toilet on the train. If we got off the train to use the station toilet, we would likely miss the train home,...so,..

We opened the carriage door and p1553d onto the platform. Seconds later the train doors shut, and off we went on our merry way home.

I disengage, I turn the page.

Reminded me of heart stopping moment I had a couple of weeks after the Lockerbie incident, people were to scared to fly to the USA and the planes were flying empty- I was on a 747 with about 10 other passengers going out there, the airline gave us free bubbly and the trolly dollies sat with us, about 8 of them- bubbles, dollies, empty plane with lots of space, my mind was putting 2 and 2 together. Anyway, I had to get up and have a leak, dollies moving legs to let me past etc, went in the bog, was having a leak and turned to look at the little sink- there was a 10 inch turd in it! I nearly threw up as it was right near me, but I had a bigger problem- how do I tell the lovely dollies about it-they might think it was me! Had to go back to mynew friends, all 8 of them, and come clean! There was one old couple out of the 10 passengers, I think it was one of them-confused as sink is just hanging there , waiting for ass!