Boobs in the top drawer [The Great Escape Uncut]

Boobs in the top drawer

Posted on May 19, 2007 5:30 PM
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"The Internet is for porn"... so too, it seems, are Brighton hotels.

There's no time for a sit down dinner tonight... gigs to see... lots of them. It's enough to give a girl an early coronary. I love it.

First of all I'm off to the Prince Albert to see My Federation do their thing on a tiny stage. Before I go, it's time to vent. When I left the hotel (I've renamed it 'hell') I asked the non-English speaking cleaner tochange the sheets (when I woke up this morning it was in a bed that smelt like old-man).

I certainly didn't invite any old men back to my room last night (or any young uns for that matter) so I can only assume they weren't changed yesterday. The more I think about it, the worse I feel... moving right along.

When I got back here this evening, the sheets had been changed but the porno mags I found in the dressing table hadn't moved. Now, the mags aren't gonna kill me, neither are the buxom brunette images - but the thought of the old man USING them in the bed I'm sleeping in might. Okay, so death by 'eeeeeeeeeeeew' isn't likely but if the next person to stay in here is a geriatric with a dodgy ticker, they might just have a death on their hands.

As I said, gigs await... the porn vent has to be delayed.