Jammy B*stard
Hello
Well there are no two ways about it, my brother and sister are both going say through gritted teeth that I am a "jammy B*stard" and always have been... and probably always will. I don't know if I completely agree but I can certainly see their point sometimes...
First item in evidence this weekend is sitting in my hotel in Southampton about two hours before im due for my big interview... i get an email telling me that I had won two tickets to go the opera at the Lowry Cen
tre next week... Mum had seen the competition in the local paper and said we should give it a go and if we dont hear anything we should book anyway... Like many of the colouring competitions I have won before the local paper came good and we will be enjoying Rigoletto next Tuesday at 7:15!
Secondly my interview was in my opinion, a great success, although the truth will out next Tuesday when I get a phone call regarding the outcome.
Finally, and this is pretty bad, I was looking for a cheap, convenient yet nice place to stay in central london on a Saturday night that meant i didnt have to kip on someones floor and get in the way and have a bit of independence. So I plugged my details into my new favourite hotel finding website priceline.co.uk.
This site lets you select the area and star rating of the hotel you want and then choose the price that youre willing to pay. The only downside is that you dont know the name until its booked, and there is no going back once its confirmed. So, you have to start searching for a low price and high star rating... its just common sense. So how about a room in Mayfair/Soho, 4* minimum for 50 quid.... IMPOSSIBLE I hear you cry... but here are the pictures to prove it! HAHA! From my further investigations, the Cumberland Guoman hotel is upwards of 150 quid a night for a double on a Saturday night so I wouldnt have been surprised if at check in they had told me of their terrible mistake... but no, and i ran into the lift as fast as I could before they could catch me!
Flat screen TV and a lovely bed
Fancy sandblasted glass bathroom and Molton Brown stuff!
With a funky green safety light so you dont kill yourself in the dark maybe?
Considering that we I stayed in London last it was in a pretty grotty "3*" for the same price... with two single beds end to end in a tiny room with a broom cupboard bathroom, this is, well... Pretty jammy!
Off to meet with my opera diva friend Suzannah this afternoon, meet her fancy man and go for a walk and a coffee... then I might try and pop into the Tate Modern for a slide down those new slides and then ill be trying to find myself another jammy deal on a theatre ticket... I love London!
TTFN
Tim x
3 comments:
Ain't no gritted teeth here, i say it without, loud and clear, when it comes to competitions you are a jammy bastard. You Jammy bastard.
As for the hotel stuff you make your own luck here, so that's fair do's.
Enjoy the opera you jammy bastard.
OK well im going to have to start playing the lottery and see how far I can take this whole thing... Ill keep you posted!
well, Matt, I think you summed it all up so eloquently once with reagrds to Tim and his good fortune....
..."not only does Tim usually land on his feet but they're in cozy slippers too "
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