It’s not every day I’m described as egregiously esoteric by the great Magister Worms…but I think it should be:
A very warm welcome to Edinburgh last week – or at least the simulacrum of one. The crackling log fire in my hotel room turned out on closer inspection merely to be some kind of video-loop with sound effects on the television screen. It proved extremely difficult to turn it off – it just kept resuscitating itself again and again. Isn’t it astonishing how irritating the smaller things in life can be?
Elsewhere there was a table neatly laid out with kettle, coffee, milk, etc. All very nice, very welcoming – except for just one thing. Nowhere to plug the kettle in. The nearest socket, the only socket, was on the other side of the room, half-way up the wall, above the bed. To make a cup of coffee – and by now I was really irritated and doubly determined – I had to move all the furniture around. And…
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