Well St.Patricks day has come and gone and boy O boy did we have an American invasion.
The hotels let themselves down badly by charging shy high rates.
They will learn.
I am going to keep this short. An American who works with the embassy waved me down. They are building a new embassy on the Jurys hotel site. He mentioned the earthquake in Turkey and told me of one that he had witnessed in Nicaragua, same thing, the town flattened. What did they do? They built the new town around 40 miles further down. It looked great I looked out over the lake and I noticed something very strange. No birds, No swimming, No sailing. So I asked. Oh Signor when they built the town they had on money over for a sewage system, so the raw sewage just flows into the lake. Imagine the troubles that are coming.
Now tonight your clocks jump forward one hour..
Years ago I was at the Stakis Hilton on Earlsfort terrace, looking at the paper.
The porter came out blowing on his whistle like a station master, I moved forward from the taxi rank and before I got a chance to get he had thrown their suitcases into the boot with a wallop.
"Airport" said the woman, then after a block she said "Driver, do you think that we are fecking stupid? Stop driving round the auses and just get us to the bloody airport".
The proper way to deal with a customer like that is to drive them down an alleyway throw out their cases and tell them to fuck off. But I didn't. They were fighting like 2 dogs growling at each other. We reached the airport and I pulled out the suitcases.
"I hope you allowed enough time for your flight" Corse we ave ya fucking moron.
"The change in the hour fucked up my day" What yo talking abaut.
"The clocks! they went forward an hour last night, "I still laugh at how his face went through 30 shade of purple.
Now I have 3 clocks in the house that change themselves, when you change the battery they pick up the time signal and all the phones are clued into the change.
Still I like to think that it was Karma bighting them on the backsides
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