I’d made the mistake of booking a two week holiday at an English seaside resort, mostly because I hate flying, but that’s by the by. After three days of damp grey weather, and no discoverable night-life, I’d talked to the woman at reception, with whom I would have liked to spend a lot more time. She was gorgeous, but she didn’t seem to respond to my feeble chatup lines, and instead said I should book a tour of the nearby Stately Home. Not really my scene, but it would get me in out of the weather. About a dozen of us were paraded round one grand room after another, and I dawdled behind look… 続きを読む