Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Midnight reception

I was in London last night and got to my hotel very late, principally because I couldn't find it. (It was dark).

When I finally made it through the front door (which itself was difficult to locate), I was greeted by the sight of a manically smiling male receptionist.

"Ah, Mr White!" he enthused, like a beaming Bond villain.

"Er, yes, hello," I replied in a startled manner. "How did you know it was me?"

"You're the last one!" 

Fair play to the boy. It was good of him to wait up.