The continuing diaries of an Englishman abroad visiting such exotic places as Spain, USA, Malta and heaven knows where. Tagging along are his wife Pauline and daughter Emma.

Everything you are about to read is based on true events and real people. It may have been embellished beyond recognition for a cheap laugh but everything happened to a greater or lesser degree. Apart from the bits I made up. OK, and apart from the jokes. And apart from the fantasy sequences. But all the characters are real, believe me.


Exciting isn't it?


Thursday, 5 April 2012

Portugal 2009 - Day 8



I saw Michael in the hotel lobby today. “Michael.” I said, “What is that in the corner? I seem to see them all over this hotel.”

“They are called stairs, sir,” he replied.

“And pray, what good are they for Michael?” I asked.

“Why sir, they take you up to the next floor.”

“What? Like these lifts do?” I said, pointing to a linen cupboard.

“Well not like those lifts sir, that lift is a linen cupboard but like those lifts over there. Remember the lifts I showed you on your arrival?”

“But, Michael.” I said, “If these stairs take me up, how do I get down again?”

“Well sir, the stairs will bring you down as well.”

“They go down as well as up? Do they work by remote control? Don’t tell me. It’s this isn’t it?” I said, picking up a complimentary hotel boiled sweet from the reception counter.

“No sir, that is a complimentary hotel boiled sweet. The stairs do not need a remote control.”

“Batteries?”

“No sir.”

“Mains power?”

“No sir.”

“Well I’ll be…how on earth do they work then Michael?”

“Allow me to show you sir. Come with me and put one foot on this first step, quickly followed by your other foot on the next higher step.”

As I did so I found myself wobbling and losing balance. “Help Michael.” I shouted, “I think I’m going to fall.”

“Don’t panic sir. Just hold on to that rail with your left hand and everything will be just fine.”

“You’re right Michael,” I said, “I suddenly feel far more secure. Why look Michael, by holding on to this rail thing I can even stand on one leg safely.”

“That’s it sir. You’ve got it and in no time at all may I add. It takes some people days to master the one leg manoeuvre, many of them spend their entire stay here trying and failing. Now you have your confidence I’ll leave you to it.”

“Thanks Michael.” I shouted, giving him a cheery wave. Now then, what did he say? One foot up followed by the other foot down? No, that’s not it. Uh-oh, I’ve forgotten what that rail thing’s for…

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