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March 10, 2008

fawlty towers

i got a special offer from a magazine - 4 days in a small hotel in Bournemouth.

So off I went to write.

It was a ** hotel. Presumably you get one star for the building being upright. I don't know what the other star was for.

The fruit juice was warm, the reception chill, as was the sauna. Not a place to go without warm clothes and a thermos.

The 'unique' swimming pool was clean, and covered every night - with a postage stamp. We were advised not to push away with our feet too hard, for fear of breaking our wrists at the other end. And out of interest - how short can a swimming pool be for the word 'length' to become inappropriate?

I presume they were proud of the music in the bar - because it seemed to be piped into my room every night until 3.00am, and at no extra charge.

While the window in my room was so narrow, that when I opened the curtains, it actually got darker.

I'll stop there. I don't want you to think i'm bitter or anything.

Posted by Mr Bojangles at March 10, 2008 01:54 PM

Comments

Posted by: alia at March 12, 2008 06:04 PM