Homeless Night
Another week in Newcastle. Ho hum. Up at 5, in work by 9:30, do a full day and then drive to the hotel. My first night is always an early one because of the early start but i’m so knackered this time I think I’ll have a nap and maybe go for a swim afterwards, it’s not so bad.
No record of my booking. But I’ve had the confirmation email! Not got it with me though have I? Shit! OK, just book me one now. No rooms free (I don’t believe this for a second, the hotel is fecking huge). I ask if there’s anywhere else in the area, girl just shrugs her shoulders. Great. Sit in my car for a few minutes getting angry. Try the pub at the end of the road, that’s full too. Drive around a bit, see a premier Inn, that should be OK, after all, Lenny Henry goes there.
Sure enough, there’s Lenny in the foyer, he’s not moving much admittedly. Yes, they have one room free. It’s the disabled room, no problem for me as long as they don;t try and kick me out when someone in a wheelchair turns up. Obviously I’ve forgotten my credit card PIN so I have to pay by debit card (130 quid!).
Get to the room and here’s where the real fun starts. It’s for disabled people so every thing is really low. The beds, the bath, the sink, the desk, the cupboards, I feel like going around on my knees to make it easier.
Now here’s some proof that the people running the hotel are nasty bastards. The telly, which it should be pointed out was a massive 14″ portable, was right up there on a top shelf where I had to stretch to reach on the on button. How someone in a wheelchair would be expected to do that I don’t know. I get my ASDA pasta and fruit out and start up my laptop and decide I’ll watch ‘The big Lebowski’ while eating my dinner. i’m already wrapped up in the quilt because the room is ice cold despite the thermostat saying 25 degrees.
Well that was a load of shit. Oh, I also found out that the wireless is chargeable so no internet for me.
I decide to drown my sorrows by going to the pub over the way (which doubles as the resturant for the hotel). Beer is ok priced but the staff are all as miserable as fuck so I sit in the corner with a gob on for a bit and then go back to my room for an early night. The bed has been made for a dwarf! My feet hang over the edge and my head bangs on the headrest (it’s lucky I’ll not be having sex in it), pus it’s so soft my back is going to be killing me in the morning. As I go to turn the lights off I realise the light switch by the bed is *right* next to the alarm call button for when I fall out of my wheelchair, that’ll be fun when I’m grouping around for it in the pitch black.
At least the breakfast was nice, if a bit slow. I get to work, find the booking email and rant away down the phone for a bit. The guy did actually sound hugely apologetic especially when he found out I’d had to drive around a strange town looking for somewhere to stay. He said he’d give the hotel a kicking.
Only one more night there. Not looking forward to it. I may delay my arrival, go and get something to eat from somewhere nice first or something. Somewhere that has wireless so I can actually read my emails and play imobsters.
I was only saying how it wasn’t that bad last week.
Oh, and if you fancy buying me a present, get me a pair of these. I’ll look like a cock but I like them.
Dromarti Shoes
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February 24, 2010 12:44 pm
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By RHS, February 24, 2010 @ 1:00 pm
Reminds me of Swindon
By mingle, February 24, 2010 @ 9:59 pm
ur life iz saracin
By Dave, February 25, 2010 @ 10:53 am
and the hire car this time was??
By badger dave, February 25, 2010 @ 6:52 pm
love the shoes!
By admin, February 27, 2010 @ 8:59 am
Car was the vectra again. They’ve realised I have a car every week and I’m assuming it’s cheaper to leave it parked outside my house over the weekend than coming to collect it so they just leave it there, phone me on Friday to say I can use it again and say goodbye.