Well here's the first, checked into altrincham premier Inn. Gets to room 114. Let's just say that Missis Ts forte was dealing with phalanxes and more to do with what comes out of them. She said the room stunka tiddle. It was a disabled room and someones aim was off. Off she goes to reception for room number two, which is on the next floor. Up we goes and the room is up 14 steps and down 7. With 2 cases (loaded with vimto) weighing in excess of 20kg I was bogged off. Esp thinking of the struggle at 4 am. Walks into room number 203 backwards sweating like a fat lass in a chippy and small is me head on a low beam. Oh me tyrets kicked in. Especially when missis T giggled and said did you not see the " beware of the low beam" sign. So ave dragged me cases down to re option and gone ballistic. Now in room 3 and it's ok. Tashyboy is now in the quaint hamlet of Altrincham having a well deserved non real ale beer. Getting rid of his headache.
Here goes he and wife check in. Get to room and it smells of wee. Complain and get another room. That has low beam and he hits head. Complain again and get another room. That room good. They now in a pub
