The "Paraborinal"
So I’ve had this stupid revolutionary invention knocking around the old brain-box for absolutely ages. Nice bit of friday blog fodder.
Urinal spashback. All men, especially drunken men, have done a widdle only, to find that some of it ends up, quite uninvited, on their trousers. This phenomenon can only be described as irritating.
The solution, would you believe that the solution, comes from a little thing called mathematics. A Parabola to get down to the nitty gritty. It’s a bit like a big arc:
“a conic section generated by the intersection of a right circular conical surface and a plane parallel to a generating straight line of that surface. A parabola can also be defined as locus of points in a plane which are equidistant from a given point (the focus) and a given line (the directrix).”
The way I see it, if you make the urinals in this shape, there’s no way none of that pesky widdle can come back and get you on the leg. Or shoe. I drew a little blueprint:
Look forward to seeing me on the next series of Dragons Den. I’ll be hoping to get an investment from Theo Paphitis.
He’s the only nice one. He’s like a nice dad.
