Well when I were a lad we 'ad propper bogs. Not like the namby pamby ones you get nowadays. The ones we 'ad would take 20 cart 'orses standing on each others backs before theyd bottom out.
My grandad was 'ard though. Fearless ee was. Used to go straight into 'em on the way t' pit. All youd see is his flat cap going across straight as a die and his pipe breaking the surface to snorkle in air.
I dunno, young uns today. dont kno they're born.