Time Warp Hotel
I don't ask much from a hotel, I really don't. A bed, a shower and some heating - nothing more. Last night in Glasgow I had one out of three. I was staying in a little bed & breakfast place about five minutes walk from the Â鶹¹ÙÍøÊ×Ò³Èë¿Ú. The entrance hall gave every indication that this was a place for international men of mystery such as myself. That is to say it had three bog-standard kitchen clocks on the wall so that you could tell what time of day it is in New York, Tokyo and London.
London? Last time I checked Glasgow and London were both in the same time-zone.
But it all became clear when I climbed the stairs to my attic bedrooom and opened the door. This turned out to be a portal into a completely different time-zone. The early 1970's I think it was.
No central heating. Just one of those oil filled electric heaters that looks like a concrete accordion on wheels. Another door led into a shower cabinet that did everything except provide a constant flow of warm water. But there was a bed. I remember seeing it just before I crashed my head on a roof-beam and fell into it.
And also colour television. Just the one colour, mind you. Red. All over the screen.
As I say, I don't ask much. I can't say the same for those guys from New York and Tokyo.
