Kevin’s Boudoir

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A snippet of conversation from room 105 premier lodge stafford friday 11th sept approx 1.45 a.m.

Just to set the sceene:-

15 assorted ever so slightly anhibiriated UKW members and work providers ( who’s identities will be witheld, in the time honoured Great British judicial tradition of protecting the gulity)

Who did not appreciate the interuption to thier convivial coversations and the flow of thier favoured tipple by such trivial matters as the national law’s on opening hours for licenced premises.
Decided to continue thier interlectual intercourse with an impromptu cheese and wine tasting evening in room 105 of the hotel adjoing The tavarn at which most of the stock had mysteriousley been consumed.

The fact that a ratio of 10 BOTTLES of wine to one small pice of well matured cheese, adorning a discreetley placed mouse trap on the floor, in the corner of room 105, was completely dismissed as a matter of little consiquence.

I entered the room to be hit by the heady mixture of aroma’s from dubious vintages, sweaty socks, testosterone, B.O. and it was quite obvious that at least one of the gentlemen attending this swaray had been struck down by an extremely bad dose of flatulence. I thought it best to negociate my way across the room, towards the open widow whilst at the same time holding my breath and grabing a half consumed bottle of liberfraumilch in transit to more fully appreciate it’s delicate bouquet.

It was some time later that I became a little concerned for the official occupant of the room who might be liable to the remenstrations of the holetlier who’s hospitality we might have been accused of abusing given the disheveled state of room 105.

I remarked to KEN that that the odour within the room had become somewhat pungent to which he remarked ‘I DONT CARE ‘!

I pointed out the observation to him that some of the gentlemen using the bathroom had very poor aim whilst performing their ablusions. To which he shrugged his shoulders in a nochulent way and staring at the floor said ‘ I DONT CARE !’

I then said to him that perhaps the floor was not the place to store ones
empty bottles and soiled underwear. again he retorted with ‘I DONT CARE’ !

I then suggested that some of the incapacitated well embibed bodies scattered around the floor should be escorted back to thier own rooms as it was now approaching 2.a.m. and that we had another meeting the following morning.

I could plainly see that he was somewhat exasperated and was quickly loosing patience with me, as he again remenstrated with me that he ‘ DID’NT CARE’ !

It was at this stage that I expressed with all incerduelity, raising my voice to him ‘Well, WHY DONT YOU CARE ?’

He looked me straight in the eye and said ‘ COS IT’S NOT MY BLOODY ROOM, IT’S KEVIN’S’

I swear to god this is true ! Regards Del

A survivor of room 105

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LOL ! 😆

Thanks to Del and Penguin I’ll never know whether I bounce or not 😀

Dave.

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Martin wrote:Have you got to grips with Oldtogs floppies yet Ken 😈 ❓ 😆
😆 If so when are you going to hang them on the site? 😆

😆 What happened with the snapshots Oldtog took then? Did the old codger forget to put film in his Box Brownie or what 😆

Martin

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All credit to Oldtog, he did catch me on a good day 😆

Martin