Did I complain to the manager of the hotel? Did I fuck?
I had slept a little bit, but been woken up a few times by braying fools in the street and was pretty exhausted. And I should have complained and seen if I could have got some money back, because that was too much to pay for a room with no heating or sound proofing. But when I got down to the reception I was less angry and passionate and the receptionist was a young Eastern European woman who hadn't done anything wrong, so I let it go.
In fact I almost ended up paying more money, because there was an additional charge on the bill. "What's it for?" I asked.
"You had some water at the bar."
Now I knew there was no chance it was mine. She got out the bill to show me and it was clear that it was from room 110 (with an admittedly rather indistinct 0) whilst my room was 116. Plus it didn't have my name on it.
But apart from putting me in a freezing room, next to two night clubs, charging me too much money for the privilege and then trying to charge me even more money for something I didn't have it was an excellent hotel. You should stay there if you're in Brighton.
No wait, you shouldn't. Stay at the myhotel, like I would if it hadn't been full up when I tried to book.
I spent the day in Brighton. Actually sitting opposite Kurt Vonnegut in Caffe Nero. He looked very well all things considered and was perversely reading a French newspaper, but I am pretty sure it was him. I took a photo of him secretly and Twitpiced it to prove that Kurt is still walking the earth or traveling through time and space. I don't know if he saw me. It looks like he did. I suspect he was Twittering his friends to let them know he was sitting opposite Hitler.
I could have done without the drive up to Leicester and felt tired enough to try and book a hotel once I got there, but the one I tried was full and I decided it would be better to drive home anyway. The gig was fine, but I think that AIOTM is bound to suffer from my over-exertion this week. I don't really have anything for it at all yet and didn't get to bed til 3. Still at least there is no night club in my street and at least I didn't have to wait up in Leicester.
