I pop off to visit my parents. Their motorhome is parked on Cheltenham Racecourse, so I book into a 15th Century Manor House. It's cheap, charming, and I'm staying in a turret a good 100 winding steps up.These things are good. Even better, the hotel is hosting a 21st birthday party with a superhero theme, so I get to watch braying young posh boys in spandex wandering around.
Cheltenham's gay scene is rubbish (a tiny disco room), so it's a weekend of reading Miss Marple and drinking scotch. What could possibly go wrong?
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Later, I'm in my taxi into town. "Lovely place mate," says the driver, "But you're well out of it!"
"Why's that?" I ask.
"It's haunted. Everyone who stays there says so."
"Oh. I'm staying there."
The taxi driver doesn't even blink. "It's a friendly ghost, i've heard. Yeah."
4 comments:
Whatever you do, dont tell Yvette Fielding, or she will be straight down there investigating! - 'If there is anyone there, please make a sound!' - silly cow!
Enjoy the book and booze. Maybe one of the boys in spandex will join you!
Anything to put the willies up you...
Wow - you have a Wikipedia entry!!!!
I can dine off that story.
Theatre award? I'd have known about that if you had facebook. Well done :-)
When you back in London?
Ed
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