Alex and I returned to the hotel following our hard day’s work at the Passion show at Earls Court with bags of goodies and tired feet. I decided to get a good wash as I felt more than a little sticky…with the humidity you naughty minded people.
We decided that drinks were in order and Alex left to find a local off licence to purchase a couple of bottles of red to help us sleep through the noise of the trains below our window.
When he returned I was freshened up and in my shortie nightie laying on the bed watching of all things the Eurovision Song Contest. OK, please let me off, there was nothing else on worth viewing. No TV X or adult channels to tune in to and I couldn’t even watch the porn DVD that Strap-On-Jane had given to us. 🙁
He poured the wine in to a couple of plastic cups provided by the hotel to clean our teeth with. Class, heh! Where there is a will there is a way.
Both of us had just about got used to the noise of the trains when the loudest sound system you have heard in your life fired up to the rear of the hotel. It was coming from a club down below and playing 1980’s music, which I would normally relish listening too but when the racket goes on hour after hour it’s very much like Chinese water torture.
Needless to say we did not enjoy the evening and the bummer about it was the we had been invited to the after show party and we declined so that we could go back to the hotel and get some rest. How we regret that now!
After a couple of bottles of vino and a couple of seesaw shags (read what I’m talking about here) sleep took us over and we dropped off.
I’m not sure what time it was but there was no natural night but the double kicker of the night came when I was rudely awoken by a loud girly conference outside our room door. I wasn’t in the best of minds when I crawled out of bed after finally managing to get to sleep being woken by some loud girls.
I opened the door to be greeted by about 6 promo girls from the event…BASTARD!