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Beau Peep Notice Board => Outpourings => Topic started by: Roger Kettle on June 07, 2010, 12:43:38 PM
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...and this was supposed to be a relaxing weekend.
My wife and I, plus two other couples, set off for Nottingham on Saturday for a pleasant night at the theatre, a nice meal and a glass or two of the local ale. I got up at 5.30 in the morning, in time for the taxi which was taking us all to Edinburgh airport an hour later. Our flight was at 9.30. Except, of course, it wasn't. It was three hours late. Finally got to our hotel in the early afternoon and arranged to meet in the lobby at five. There I was entertained by a young woman who somehow managed to get her arm stuck in the revolving door. Two fire engines, a police car and a posse of medics later, we left the hotel for a couple of drinks before the show began. Already, the city centre was heaving with hen parties in various states of undress and the temperature was in the mid twenties. The temperature in the quaint theatre was in the HIGH twenties and it wasn't long before more medics were piling into the full house to treat audience members who were flaking out in the heat. Afterwards, we met up in the bar with my friend, Colin, who was in the play and watched out of the window as lightning lit the sky and the heavens opened. Finally got back to the hotel about 11.30 and went to sleep, exhausted. No, I didn't. I lay awake, listening to the aforementioned hen parties singing and screaming until three in the morning. Arrived at East Midlands airport around 1.15 for the 3.30 flight back to Edinburgh. We took off at 6.30. We spent something like ten hours in airports for two 50-minute flights.
Don't ask me if I had a nice weekend.
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All this because you wanted to go and see a play with lots of naked ladies in it. That'll learn ya!
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But what an adventure! Maybe Jack can do another of his games?
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Personally, I think Roger should have the equivalent of a Royal Train, a chartered choo choo that whisks him down (or up) the length of the country overnight so he can have a sleep and arrive refreshed.
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I've always liked you, Malc.
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Personally, I think Roger should have the equivalent of a Royal Train, a chartered choo choo that whisks him down (or up) the length of the country overnight so he can have a sleep and arrive refreshed.
Malky is just trying to ingratiate himself with our illustrious benefactor(?) . Roger should be given his own private helecoptor weird flying contraption so he could be whisked directly from his family castle to wherever he wished to go. It is for mere plebs like us to struggle with the infamous iron horsie.
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Well Roger - you may have saved that woman from getting her arm ripped off by the door!
How was the play?
Next time take ear plugs.
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It may have been a tiring weekend, but at least you got to see someone get stuck in a revolving door.
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And lots of naked ladies.
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And lots of naked ladies.
Roger probably left his spectacles at home.....!
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The ladies weren't actually naked at any stage. It was all very cleverly done and, despite standing on the shoulders of the woman seated in front of me, no body parts of particular interest were visible. I've never seen the Calendar Girls film but the play is okay. A weak start, a reasonably amusing middle section and about twenty minutes near the end I could have done without.
Charlie Dimmock's begonias are pretty big, though.
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The film is wonderful, Roger, even though Charlie Dimmock's begonias are nowhere to be seen.
Sorry to hear they didn't actually get naked.
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Was the revolving-door damaged?