I arrived in the Hampton Inn (Fnnnr Fnnnr) late at night and just a little worse for wear. Actually i was feeling more than a little bit jumpy. The air was as dry as a bone, the carpets were nylon and the sadists who built the hotel had selected metal door handles and light switches. Everything I touched resulted in an ark of static. I was staying in a van-de-graph generator.
I really could murder a cup of char. So i fired up the coffee machine (bad sign, no boiling water) and fumbled for a tea bag… bleugh .. rosy lea it wasn’t. Words fail me!
The coffee was OK, thank you.
Actually i later found some packets also labelled ‘orange tea’ which was more like it. I shouldn’t make fun. Blame it on the jet lag.