27/02/08
Hotel to Hospital -
Categories: I haven't posted in a bit - in fact I've deleted my blog posts than I have added, but I'm not going to dwell on that one (basically I got into trouble for being a bit critical of someone I did a gig for. Whoops - tactless me. Well I didn't know anyone ever reads this rubbish...)
I've been too busy to post blogs, spending time in a luxury hotel in Cornwall, celebrating mu mum's birthday. It was the hotel my folks had their wedding reception in. Aw. And my, it's a beauty. I had the privilege to be able to stay overnight there, and it's my favourite hotel ever. It's called The Nare Hotel and you can see a picture here (http://www.thenare.com/).
Mmm, afternoon tea with scones, a swim in one of their two pools, a soak in their outside hot-tub overlooking the sea, a fancy three-course meal with G&T before and brandy after, a frame of snooker on the finest (and largest) billiard table I've played on... and all in a location that screamed of Agatha Christie novels. They had a study, a drawing-room, a billiard-room, a giant stone dog outside small enough to life but large enough to cave someone's head in if one had a wish to... murder.
And now I'm home, and manically trying to cram in writing a musical, a sitcom pitch, and some jokes for Miranda Hart's TV pilot before I have a few days off, but not in the luxury of a five-star hotel... No. It'll be in an NHS hospital, as I have my wisdom teeth out tomorrow. I'm actually looking forward to it - but only because it'll mean the end of people responding to the news I'm having the procedure by saying, "Urgh! You'll be in such pain - my mate had it done and his mouth exploded." If you're one of the several dozen people who told me about your dodgy wisdom tooth extraction experience, YOU WERE NOT HELPING!
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