I hear a voice with a Cockney accent coming from inside the cubicle: "I'm gay but I don't take it up the arse," followed by a muffled reply that I fail to decipher. The Cockney voice again: "Come on. I'm queer; you're queer. Get your fucking knickers off and bend over." Another muffled reply, heavy breathing, rustling noises. Losing his patience, the man with the Cockney accent raises his voice: "I fancy you. You fancy me, don't you? Now then... bend over!" The panting gets louder. I wash my hands… and leave.