Boss Hogg
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Right then, by popular demand, it would appear to be time to start our trip report. Please don't expect too much detail, as it is from memory all the way, and lately my short-term memory is getting worse - go figure
I did do a pre-trip report, which is somewhere, but, cant quite remember what I said, so well just pick things up on Day 1.
Our small band of travellers is:
Me
Deb
Oh, also 2 suitcases and 2 sets of golf clubs. Not sure whether these count as travellers or not, but Deb and me doesnt seem enough somehow.
Those of you who have read the lovely Mr Stringers trip report will know that I was seconded into driving duties for them.
So, the question is does my trip report start the day I took them or later. Now the problem here is we didnt take off until 2 weeks after I took them, and whilst Deb and I lead a wonderful and intriguing life I am not sure youll enjoy a recount of 2 weeks of our life? Maybe I should post a poll on the topic, but I am far too lazy for that.
So, a quick comment on the Stringer departure. As I am a lovely and generous chap I had volunteered myself as chauffeur, what I had forgotten was that they were going away on a Friday hold on, a trip from Tetbury to Heathrow on the M4 and back on a Friday evening what am I insane or something!! That having been said, an uneventful trip there is enjoyed, the Stringers are suitably grateful yeah I know youre going on holiday tomorrow GITS!! However, they have bought me a bottle of Jack Daniels as a thank you, which is nice, and I only spill a little of it in the car when trying to exit the M4 at Swindon, new I shouldve polished it all off on the motorway.
Anyway I digress, and somewhat boringly slow.
Fast-forward a couple of weeks or so. We are booked in at the Crowne Plaza at Heathrow, which we managed to get for £80 including 15 days parking (albeit we need 16 but that is another days issue). As before and un-eventful trip along the M4 this is starting to become a habit.
Check-in goes fine and Joe Le Taxi is ordered for 0630 hours the following morning. The fare is £9, which as the Hoppa bus is £4 each seems good to me.
Room is ok, but little more than that really, having checked in, it must be 5oclock somewhere so we go off to find a drinkie. The hotel is undertaking some renovation work, which means that the lobby check-in area looks like the Crowne Plaza Beirut! A novel look to say the least.
Having looked around the bars we opt to have a drink sat at the bar in the restaurant, which initially looks quite nice, but upon closer inspection isnt! Also, they only have a few beers on tap, and a couple of them are out hold on chaps pumps empty? Get on and sort it and stop standing here chatting!
One of the waiters asks if we want to book a table for later, and he has very sad eyes, so almost out of sympathy we agree. Having snaffled away our drink (or was it 2? who knows) we decide to go and have a drink in the Irish Bar. Unfortunately, things dont improve there
Yes my good man, I would love a beverage,
What would I like?
Well when in Ireland Ill enjoy a nice cold Guinness
Do what??? No Guinness!! Go on then Ill have a Caffreys and enjoy a nice cold Guinness next time
The bar is quite busy, but not terribly big, which no doubt affects ones impression. We enjoy a cold beverage whilst discussing holiday matters such things as how much we hate the Stringers for going before us SPLITTERS!
So, next round is due.
Well my good man, hows that Guinness coming along?
Still not on?
What in the name of all things holy is wrong with you, you buffoon!!
Needless to say the last sentence was in my head.
Second round consumed we head off to the restaurant for our meal. As we suspected the reservation was not really needed (there are all of 20 people in the place), but, the food (whatever it was) was quite nice as was the wine.
So suitably fed and watered we head off to the room for some kip, before the real trip is embarked upon tomorrow morning.
I did do a pre-trip report, which is somewhere, but, cant quite remember what I said, so well just pick things up on Day 1.
Our small band of travellers is:
Me
Deb
Oh, also 2 suitcases and 2 sets of golf clubs. Not sure whether these count as travellers or not, but Deb and me doesnt seem enough somehow.
Those of you who have read the lovely Mr Stringers trip report will know that I was seconded into driving duties for them.
So, the question is does my trip report start the day I took them or later. Now the problem here is we didnt take off until 2 weeks after I took them, and whilst Deb and I lead a wonderful and intriguing life I am not sure youll enjoy a recount of 2 weeks of our life? Maybe I should post a poll on the topic, but I am far too lazy for that.
So, a quick comment on the Stringer departure. As I am a lovely and generous chap I had volunteered myself as chauffeur, what I had forgotten was that they were going away on a Friday hold on, a trip from Tetbury to Heathrow on the M4 and back on a Friday evening what am I insane or something!! That having been said, an uneventful trip there is enjoyed, the Stringers are suitably grateful yeah I know youre going on holiday tomorrow GITS!! However, they have bought me a bottle of Jack Daniels as a thank you, which is nice, and I only spill a little of it in the car when trying to exit the M4 at Swindon, new I shouldve polished it all off on the motorway.
Anyway I digress, and somewhat boringly slow.
Fast-forward a couple of weeks or so. We are booked in at the Crowne Plaza at Heathrow, which we managed to get for £80 including 15 days parking (albeit we need 16 but that is another days issue). As before and un-eventful trip along the M4 this is starting to become a habit.
Check-in goes fine and Joe Le Taxi is ordered for 0630 hours the following morning. The fare is £9, which as the Hoppa bus is £4 each seems good to me.
Room is ok, but little more than that really, having checked in, it must be 5oclock somewhere so we go off to find a drinkie. The hotel is undertaking some renovation work, which means that the lobby check-in area looks like the Crowne Plaza Beirut! A novel look to say the least.
Having looked around the bars we opt to have a drink sat at the bar in the restaurant, which initially looks quite nice, but upon closer inspection isnt! Also, they only have a few beers on tap, and a couple of them are out hold on chaps pumps empty? Get on and sort it and stop standing here chatting!
One of the waiters asks if we want to book a table for later, and he has very sad eyes, so almost out of sympathy we agree. Having snaffled away our drink (or was it 2? who knows) we decide to go and have a drink in the Irish Bar. Unfortunately, things dont improve there
Yes my good man, I would love a beverage,
What would I like?
Well when in Ireland Ill enjoy a nice cold Guinness
Do what??? No Guinness!! Go on then Ill have a Caffreys and enjoy a nice cold Guinness next time
The bar is quite busy, but not terribly big, which no doubt affects ones impression. We enjoy a cold beverage whilst discussing holiday matters such things as how much we hate the Stringers for going before us SPLITTERS!
So, next round is due.
Well my good man, hows that Guinness coming along?
Still not on?
What in the name of all things holy is wrong with you, you buffoon!!
Needless to say the last sentence was in my head.
Second round consumed we head off to the restaurant for our meal. As we suspected the reservation was not really needed (there are all of 20 people in the place), but, the food (whatever it was) was quite nice as was the wine.
So suitably fed and watered we head off to the room for some kip, before the real trip is embarked upon tomorrow morning.
