Last Chance for Fawlty Towers Competition

Well, I don’t really have any horror stories but checking into a hotel as two men can sometimes be a bit of a cringe. Most places are customer-friendly, of course, and I’m sure chains probably train the staff not to faint on the spot if a pair of poofs turn up. But the Russian and I did once have to justify ourselves when we checked into a small, privately-owned hell-hole in Paris. “Mais vous êtes deux garçons!” our hostess shrieked when we explained the double-room wasn’t a mistake.

The ex and I decided to avoid this potential problem once by staying at a gay-run hotel in Wales. Perfectly fine B&B. We even went for a beer with the owners to a bar that felt like 1955 and was run by a stealth gay who looked exactly like a Bee Gee. But when we got home, one of our hosts seemed to be suggesting we could stay up and watch porn with him if we liked. We hid from him for the rest of the stay and had the unfortunate experience of seeing him sitting on the loo when we went back in to retrieve a forgotten item.

Nothing worthy of Basil at all really.

Pity I missed the deadline. Lunch at the Bridge of Orchy Hotel.