The random, but sometimes surprisingly connected (but not necessarily lucid), stream-of-consciousness thoughts of an optimistic, heavy drinking, cantankerous, iconoclastic, foul-mouthed, devil worshipping misogynist who gets into fist-fights and lived in a damp barge in the arse end of the Thames and now lives in a caravan and loves to slaughter cats by the flinty light of a full moon while reading poetry.
I have stayed there myself on a couple of occasions - I was at a conference at the hotel, were you? There is nowhere like it. Magical. Be seeing you!
ReplyDeleteIt looks familiar. Is it Narnia?
ReplyDeleteSx
Duh. I read the title... so now I know it's not Narnia but instead it's somewhere I would like to go.
ReplyDeleteSx
Alan: Just a holiday. I initially balked at the price, but the place is so utterly spectacular.
ReplyDeleteScarlet: I am not a number; I am a free man!
So, where is it folks?
ReplyDeleteRoger
@Anonymous
ReplyDeleteAll you need is Patrick and a bloody great balloon - and you're all set!
@Chairman
Looks spectacular. Must put it on the list of 'Must Visits' for the rare occasions I get back to GB ...
Where's that white ball thing?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Would love to stay there... Tell me when you're next going, so I can avoid the same dates! Love the Scouse piece of humour too - Fab!
ReplyDeleteNo one ever did tell me where it is!!
ReplyDeleteRoger