You know when you’re out somewhere, and you suddenly decide you need to use the public toilet, so you do, and then on your way out you’re walking past a huge gang of teenagers when you suddenly become aware of a strange, tugging sensation at your foot, so you look down and realise that – yes! – a long piece of toilet tissue has become attached to the heel of your shoe in the bathroom, and you’re now proudly parading it through the local mall, like some weird kind of streamer?

That.

Still, I’ve always known this, or something very similar to it, would happen to me one day, so in some ways I’m actually glad it’s over with. And never to be repeated, I hope.