We're just outside of Peterborough and the loud precise voice of the hotel owner two seats behind me is explaining for the 3rd time to someone at the end of his phone how those that want a cheap deal should go into the smallest single bedrooms. This on the back of a carriage-disturbing call to his personal banker to extend his overdraft as he has at least £30k coming in, in the next 3 weeks.. That'll be from the poor saps who pay over the odds for your shoe box accommodation then?
The hotel is part of (I quote, not as loud as he did..) "the smartest conference centre in the uk - no, put plushest - in the uk. Do you think country, or uk? Put uk. Check it out. No, I mean don't check out if it is, I know it is, just put ‘check it out’ on the bottom. Get it printed"
Said overbearing pink be-tied, receding silver mullet haired gent in long navy blue cashmere city gun slinger slicker coat just departed the train, noise pollution and corporate discretion flapping behind him along the platform.
I haven't (again) blogged for a while.
I have found it hard to both steer around and indeed detail in this public vehicle the very tragic death of charlotte and guy’s baby girl a couple of weeks back. I wanted to chronicle something as a respectful marking of their loss as I did for diver-chris when he died but I am not sure if it is right to include within what is essentially usually a self-reflective whimsical outlet for my ramblings.
Suffice then to say I continue to feel terribly sad for them and the fork in the road that isla's short life brought them to and I wish them fortitude and nothing but happier times for the journey ahead.
Back to my usual drivel... My flickr ocd is moving on apace, I do try to have some discretionary eye on what I snap and post and I'm actually looking forward to the marsden group social (yikes) in a week or so.
The hotel is part of (I quote, not as loud as he did..) "the smartest conference centre in the uk - no, put plushest - in the uk. Do you think country, or uk? Put uk. Check it out. No, I mean don't check out if it is, I know it is, just put ‘check it out’ on the bottom. Get it printed"
Said overbearing pink be-tied, receding silver mullet haired gent in long navy blue cashmere city gun slinger slicker coat just departed the train, noise pollution and corporate discretion flapping behind him along the platform.
I haven't (again) blogged for a while.
I have found it hard to both steer around and indeed detail in this public vehicle the very tragic death of charlotte and guy’s baby girl a couple of weeks back. I wanted to chronicle something as a respectful marking of their loss as I did for diver-chris when he died but I am not sure if it is right to include within what is essentially usually a self-reflective whimsical outlet for my ramblings.
Suffice then to say I continue to feel terribly sad for them and the fork in the road that isla's short life brought them to and I wish them fortitude and nothing but happier times for the journey ahead.
Back to my usual drivel... My flickr ocd is moving on apace, I do try to have some discretionary eye on what I snap and post and I'm actually looking forward to the marsden group social (yikes) in a week or so.
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