I do try to avoid those tiny weeny skinny little cubicles made only for skeletons. I'm a bit stout and could easily get wedged in there. You can't possibly open the door, scrape round it and get to the loo. Most ladies are NOT slim and wand-like. I also hate those roaring-like-a-jet-engine hand driers. They give me an awful fright. And I feel silly wafting my hand in front of the tap-sensor like Tommy Cooper in magician mode. Half the time the blessed things don't deliver any water anyway. How I miss those roomy panelled cubicles, enormous china toilet pans called 'The Triton' etc with a lovely broad wooden seat, and when you pulled the chain a satisfying deluge came and whooshed down. The large brass taps were always easy to turn, and there was a hard-as-cardboard roller towel. Perfect loo! They used to have these in every station (eg King's Cross) when I was a child. Very much worth one penny (old money).