Mr Grumpy....9th May, 2019
Hotels clearly do strange things to him. Which is a worry, because he spends most of his time in them.
I couldn’t sleep last night, a combination of alcohol, boredom and my hotel room being too warm.
I woke up several times, the first time thinking there would be a horse’s head at the bottom of my bed, courtesy of the gangster guy who owned the Indian restaurant where I’d eaten. Maybe I’d eaten the rest of the animal that night, or at least its genitalia. Who knows? If IKEA can famously slip horse meat into its meatballs, the Lord alone knows what he could have covered in masala curry.
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