The hotel i work in would be perfect were it not for the grapefruit obsessed, verbally redundant ass clowns who's main purpose in life seems to be to aggrivate me by spending 10percent of their lives being complete wankers and the other 90percent crawling around on their hands and knees looking for the light switch 'cos their haeds are so far rammed up their backsides
originally a Hotel Bar - a place where men would go after work and get as pissed as a 2 bob watch then stay the night at one of the many top floor rooms provided, but times have changed and most Hotels are now discoteques and cafe bars, although the few that still remain in there original form are places where drunken unemployed bums spend there days drinking rather than trying to find work, at night there are darts competitions