Hello Strumpets,
Inspired by patrick Costello`s site, I want to tell you a funny, and amazingly true story about my Dad, Kenny.
Dad had taken a week away staying at the Grand hotel in Scarborough. He got there at Twelve, and asked a porter if there was any chance he could just go to his room, as the policy is that you can`t book in until two. The Porter said that if the ladies were cleaning the room, it should be fine. Dad got the lift and went to his room, where in fact, luckily the cleaners were working. He asked them if it was ok to sit in the room, to which they said, of course.
Dad unpacked, had a sleep, a bath, smoked countless cigarettes, hand rolled of course, and started watching Deal or no Deal (a popular TV show in Britain). At half past four, an elderly woman entered the room and looking shocked asked him what he was doing in her room. Dad hadn`t noticed the clothes in the wardrobe. As he had gotten out of the lift, he had seen a sign mapping out the floor he was on with a big arrow saying "you are here", pointing to the room opposite the lift. He thought that meant it was his room. You couldn`t make it up, God bless him.
I`ve got more where that came from. Let me know if you want to hear them.
Mark.
ere Mark its just a typical 'dad' thing to do aint it? or is that just dads that produce lunatic children! incidently my mam lived and worked there in the Grand in 1950 as a chambermaid when she was 20! bless her! if you listen cafeully you can still hear her complaining along the top corridor about the mucky bastards from Blackpool! ha ha!
ReplyDeleteLaughing my fat banjo playing arse off!
ReplyDeleteHey young sprog
ReplyDeleteLets hear more about your Dad
Sounds like the perfect bloke,a lot like me in fact.