My week down south was about as enjoyable as I had been expecting. By the end of Friday, my colleague and I agreed that if we had a choice between voluntary euthanasia and life in Wantage, we would choose euthanasia. And I don’t even agree with voluntary euthanasia. Well, not really.

To be fair, the hotel was alright this time. I could pick fault with it, on the grounds that the milk in my room had gone off, the water came out of the cold tap warm, and it wasn’t obvious how to get water into the bath, but such sins can be forgiven when a place has free wireless The attached restaurant was Italian, which should have been really good, but unfortunately it was too posh to serve pizza, and when I ordered lasagne it came complete with peas (more…)