1st April 2002
Hi all,
Well over the last four months or so I've been lucky enough to have my best friend, Neil Taylor, working in Edinburgh from Monday to Friday. Needless to say with him being an hour away as opposed to seven hours away (or an expensive flight away) Lorraine and I have taken lots of opportunities to go and visit him during his stays.
Unfortunately all good things must come to an end, and Neil's time in Edinburgh has now come to a close. Fortunately we got the opportunity to visit him one last time, and had a thoroughly enjoyable evening last Tuesday.
When we arrived in Edinburgh Lorraine called Neil's mobile so that we could find out what room he was in at his hotel. He sounded glum for some reason, but told us to come up to room 136. Lorraine and I left the car, entered the hotel, and went up in the lift. Upon exiting the lift we saw a tray on the floor in front of us, with various items strewn across it and a jug of sauce spilled across the carpet. Then we looked up and saw the room number - you guessed it... 136.
We chatted with Neil for a while and listened while he moaned about the room service and then had a pleasant enough conversation with a grovelling Duty Manager. Finally we were ready to go out. We left his room door, and teased him about the state of his tray. Cue an apologetic Mr Taylor tidying everything up, only to be given a light-hearted push by Lorraine. Unfortunately Neil had completely overbalanced and started tumbling over. I'm not sure quite how he missed landing in the tray, but it was quite a feat. He continued this action into a sideways roll, which leads me to think that he may have had secret agent training at some point in his life.
From there we proceeded to go and get a drink. At this point Neil decided (unknowingly) to flirt with the bar staff, seemingly by unbuttoning his shirt a little bit at a time. Regardless of whether he knew it or not he was beginning to look like John Travolta in "Saturday Night Fever". Go on Neil, use your walk son...
And on top of all that he made me choke on my Coca-Cola, not once, but twice. Far too funny. Yes, the midweek evening visits to Edinburgh will be badly missed...
Have a good week!
Tony
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