Spring arrives and rehearsals continue, both for our main play and festival entries, everything seems bright with the prospect of long summer nights and a season of social activity with the drama group.
One of the main social events KBDG-wise is the annual weekend away. The destination each year is the subject of spirited debate; usually the coast is favourite but not always. Last year you will remember (of course you do) we decided on Buxton, can’t remember why. Nevertheless never will we ever beat the weekend in Dover three years ago. The idea was to spend the Saturday day in France.

The hotel had been voted worst hotel in the UK some months before, unbeknown to us I may add. Conversations such as the following were commonplace.
Guest: Excuse me but there is no plug in my sink.
Receptionist: That is of no matter.
Guest: Why not?
Receptionist: Because there is no water.

I swear this is true and only a small example of what proved to be probably the most horrendous yet funniest two days we have ever spent together. Fawlty Towers wasn’t in it I assure you. I wrote a short play about the experience and I’ve a good idea to turn it into a serial each week for you to act as a warning to really check out hotels thoroughly. Then the British react well to adversity and we certainly laughed that weekend.
I do enjoy a good laugh. Classic comedians such as Tommy Cooper used to have me in stitches with lines like:
A man takes his Rottweiler to the vet.
"My dog's cross-eyed, is there anything you can do for him? "
"Well," says the vet, "let's have a look at him"
So he picks the dog up and examines his eyes, then checks his teeth.
Finally, he says, "I'm going to have to put him down."
"What? Because he's cross-eyed? "
"No, because he's really heavy"
Well it made me laugh.
Anyway we are about to start arm wrestling as to where we go this year, there are so many deals around for hotels it really is a buyers market, but why do hotels cost so much more here than abroad? The search continues.