Nobody has been brave (or sick?) enough to mention this so I will. For men waking up at 5am with a full bladder, we usually find that something has got up before us. Targeting the toilet (or indeed anything below waist level) with that monstrosity is never easy, unless you take a handstand over the bowl. Now, they may be hard to acheive in later life but they seem even harder to get rid of. There's the choice of thinking about Margaret Thatcher and waiting until it wears off while in agony from a full bladder, or just going for it and blaming it on someone else later. Guess which choice is usually better.
