Night had fallen.
Black trees were shaking within a biting wind. A surprising fire was flickering from 6 geometrically arranged torches as I walked along the avenue from the car. In the dim light I made out a feint light signalling the open doorway - a sign swinging noisily above the doorway. The ceremony was about to begin. A gaggle of young, uniformed, uncomfortable and inexperienced girls, virgins clearly - whispering nervously to each other, but loud enough that it didn't matter – their master stared at them from a diabolical distance.
"I'm so sorry, We are sorry. We don't know how it happened." Then they really know there is going to be trouble, they look up and down at me nervously. They become more agitated and talk with each other. "Move it, no put that in there, no do it manually, move it, move it. Shove it there. Oh. No there. No there. Ooh!"
What is it with hotel reservation systems?
This took 8 minutes.
They hadn't got my name for my 3 night stay. Well they had - but their system wouldn’t let it get applied.
Not quite so funny when you have not properly slept, when this is the fourth consecutive time you've had it happen - and when to cap it all - you've just flown twice around the world - and worse - recently circled the bruised skies of Heathrow 8 times – musing on our shrinking planet and our shrivelled lives.
Damn the software but double damn the fucking idiots who leave it in place. What are they thinking? Actually I don't care.
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