Written on: 19/09/2013
Available from 7pm! No directions in a maize of one way streets, perched on a "romantic cliff edge" Wuthering Heights.... or the next best thing.
Photos in sepia to create an effect, were in fact very old photos of a site which had been developed beyond recognition. Views of empty beaches omitted the oil refinery and docklands in background.
Breakfast was a DIY affair with nothing fresh apart from the freshly squashed juice we did ourselves; toaster required a finger permanently pressing on it to get toast, and the microwave was a joke; things came out same temp as they went in, "boring and tiring" replace "delicious" to describe breakfast, after finding the various jams cereals cutlery coffee sugar etc hidden in various cupboards shelves and drawers.
It was a relief to leave.
My anger reflects my supreme distaste for such would-be elitism.
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