We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember Keith
saying something like:

Yes, we ripped ours out after a visitor's young daughter used the
'girls toilet', leaving a surprisingly large deposit, which she tried to
flush away by turning on the hot tap. We discovered her mistake shortly
after when the downstairs ceiling collapsed. Plasterboard and hot water
don't mix.

I shouldn't laugh at another's misfortune, but that's what a lot of
humour is, so I'm going to anyway.