The fuck have I been? I've been lying in the lap of alleged luxury is what I've been doing. If your memory by some wild and unlikely chance stretches back to the Stranded of last September you'll recall that I won a prize. That was it for my winning it seems. Just the losing from here on in for Gimme.
The chassis search had me stumble across the token in question. It was valid until the month of March. Desperate phone calls were thusly made to The Clarence. Friday was the only option. And so I booked the room, booked the dinner, booked the shift-work carers. And in an unprecedented burst of generosity I called Common Law up and told her that she could come along.
You'll be wanting me to skip the review and get straight to the conclusion. And I shall make it so.
Rich people are wasting their fucking money. Yeah, yeah, I know that's what they do, that's their gig and all, but €410 for a room with a nice carpet? And a reasonably comfy bed? And a free newspaper? What a pack of stupids the rich are. How the fuck did they get so rich throwing cash around like that?
Dinner was fine. I've had better. I've cooked better. The Mistress Dee was snottier than she really needed to be. And there was no tea on the drinks menu which was a little fucking Alanis given the name of the restaurant. But we still left an outrageous tip, because well, one really better had if one is going to get a free meal, right?
Bitch, bitch, bitch. It was fun. It was a break. And most of all it was not sitting at home trying to think up lies to tell you fuckers.
What are they doing in heaven today?
12 hours ago