Ah sweet mystery of life...
I am presently staying in a modern and rather characterless hotel in Sheffield, en route to Spain. Previously, we would stay at the Grosvenor House, a decaying '60's concrete carbuncle owned by Corus (the Steel company), and owing nothing to its namesake on Park Lane. This hotel is now scheduled for improvement (read demolition), although it has been as long as I have been coming to Sheffield. It wasn't without idiosyncracy, regular visitors learned to ask for specific corners, as some rooms were rendered intolerable by the booze palaces and clubs that used to litter the area. I can't think how many times I've been wakened by the sound of fighting/vomitting/heads being smashed through bus shelters, and it is slightly sad that the old building is now empty, used only as a training facility by South Yorkshire Police dog training school.The new building is beginning to develop some character, however, whilst sitting on the loo this afternoon I was startled to hear the tinny sound of an argument issuing from the drain of my bath, maybe it was a ghost from hotels past, or perhaps they were standing in the bath arguing, it was a bit strange, but curiously comforting.
Labels: bath plugs, ghosts
posted by Lampy @ 5/24/2010 07:33:00 pm
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