I’m a Scotsman, Get Me Out Of Here!
Rants November 26th, 2006
What a fucking week! I had to go down to Reading, Berkshire, for work on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Is there a competition for arsehole of the Earth? If there is then Reading is a hot contender - what a sad town.
So, after a 4am start to get the red-eye and a full day’s work I headed to my hotel - the brand new Novotel in Reading town centre.

After waiting 20 minutes to check in the, very beautiful, Polish lassie on reception asked me if I wanted a smoking room - hell yes! Up to my room - no fucking ashtray - back to reception - sorry that’s not a smoking room - OK can you give me a smoking room? Sorry they’re all taken - WHAT??
So stuck in a non-smoking room, but at least you can still smoke in the bar in England (but not for long) - possibly the only attraction of going to England for me!
Down to dinner…Menu full of Arty Farty pish! Oh wait, “Traditional Favourites”, that’ll do me - Fish & Chips please. When it arrives it’s a bit of over-cooked SMOKED haddock about 3”x3” with 6 chips stacked Jenga style - I fucking HATE smoked fish. I asked the waiter why they thought this was “traditional” but as he came from another Eastern European country he didn’t have a clue (don’t think he understood a word I said to be honest). Oh well there’s a Burger King across the road.
Off to bed with room service breakfast ordered for 7:30 to 7:45…
…6:45 hammering on the door, “Breakfast Sir” FUCK OFF! This one really didn’t speak English and looked a bit bemused when a bedraggled Scotsman shuffled to the door.
So glad to be back in civilisation and I hope I don’t have to go back for a while!
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