Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Bristol
Arrived Bristol Templemeads on time. After what seemed an age got a taxi to the Clifton hotel nice guy of a taxi driver. Funny hotel old posh slavery money built georgian mansion coversion I think. I was in the executive single room 74 on the third floor. What a pokey hole. Fruit bowl cd fridge telly single bed tiny bathroom. Sparse but functional. Mooched around whiteladies road. Ended eating in a chinese called the mandarin. Very nice mature lady waitress. She offered me warming tea, and recommended fried qiud in salt and pepper for warm belly. I went for it. Feeling a new sense of adventure I went for mixed seafood with vegetables and ho fun noodles. Ho fun means rice pasta she told me. She seemed incredibly dissapointed that I couldn't eat more. Mooched home jumped a cab - strangely same driver as before. Conclusion big coincidence or small one horse town. Back to hotel and on to net. Website stuff ring vineeta and do a bit of camera mag reading. Slept incredibly well.
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So when we got downstairs tried about 10 times to get comfy but it didn't work. Breathless tired and in pain not good.
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Young Gordon from the workforce confederation popped in on the way home, I've been calling him that for 12 years must stop.
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Hi Ken
I'm sure this is the hotel that used to specialise in holidays for groups of people/patients with learning disabilities and or mental health problems - from the old Institutions.
Spent a few lovely holidays there worrying about getting receipts for EVERY penny spent!!!!
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