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Ladataan... The Complete Fawlty Towers (1977)Tekijä: John Cleese, Connie Booth (Tekijä)
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Kirjaudu LibraryThingiin nähdäksesi, pidätkö tästä kirjasta vai et. Ei tämänhetkisiä Keskustelu-viestiketjuja tästä kirjasta. Funny thing is, hotels have deaths in their rooms all the time. When John Cleese was coming up with ideas for Fawlty Towers, he asked a friend who worked at The Savoy in London what he thought was the hardest part of the job. He said "Getting the stiffs out." ( ) Update I have just enough time, I think, to do this while the water is heating up. I say this with no expectation. So, I'm lying in bed this morning licking something to make it stiff - this has to be done perfectly, no dribbling, that would spoilt the effect - and then when it is ready you want to slide it in and this has to be gentle. You want to coax it in, you don't want to lose that hardness you just got exactly how you wanted it. And most definitely you don't want to lose your temper, that won't work at all. So, you have the needle and you have the thread and you are being gentle and coaxing, honestly you are and you aren't going to lose your temper, you know that doesn't work. But as usual it isn't working. You can't get the fucking thread in the fucking, fucking needle and you are going to kill the needle. That's it, mind made up, you are going to fucking kill it. Please don't tell me the needle is inert and can't be killed, I don't fucking care. The needle is going to die. No. Even better. I'm going to take it down to breakfast and I'm going to stab it in the bacon and until it has eaten every last bit of the fucking bacon it is staying there. Please don't tell me needles can't eat bacon, just don't. This needle clearly has a mind of its own and it is going to eat the fucking bacon. Or die. The choice is its. If you are wondering, this is as good as it gets, sewing for me. Goes to shower. Burning hot water, can't stand near it. That'd be right. ------------------- As I write I am sitting in a most peculiar hotel room. The hot water is clearly trying its damnedest to be more than luke warm, but not a chance. There is a big hole in the window - I'm waiting for a technician to come and examine both it and the water. Breakfast. Well. I don't know if I'm just having the unluckiest run, but is the English breakfast not the most dreadful thing? I'm at a 4 star hotel, I ate a mouthful of sausage and quickly decided to abandon it altogether. But then I tasted the bacon and the bacon gave me a new appreciation of the sausage. Not that I ate more of it, but with a gun to my head and given the choice I would have smiled winsomely at the sausage. I would have wraggled my finger at it and told it to come this way. So, now the technician is here. Everybody working in this hotel is East European except for a horrible Englishman who bosses them all about. They have no agency to be nice. In fact the receptionist has been so nice to me twice so far that we are both fearful she is going to lose her job. It turns out, in addition to there being a large hole in the window, the heating in the hotel is only turned on certain times of the day. P-leassse don't tell me it's a green policy, I don't believe it. I'm going to fucken freeze to death. Last Saturday I also stayed in a 4 star hotel and it was a Rolls Royce. As nice a hotel as I've ever stayed at. Doesn't this make you wonder about the goodreads star system? Well, while I've been writing, the technician has plugged up the hole in the window, turned on the heating, though since management decides when to let it through to the room this isn't exciting me greatly. He suggests that if I have my showers in the evening or the crack of dawn they will be warmer....I'm coming around to the concept that I have to shiver through my showers. But wait - dashes into bathroom for cosy chat with technician. Anything you do in this bathroom is cosy, so don't read anything into that please. Ah. If you run the shower for 15 minutes before climbing in - I know, I know, I have occasionally been known to exaggerate a tad but these are the very words of the technician - it does get warmer. Probably not warm enough, but warmer. Geez, is this hard for a person from the South of Australia to do. Our legal showers have been 2 minutes for some years due to our ongoing drought conditions. To watch 15 minutes of water go down the tubes in order to get a comfortable shower is difficult indeed. I find it hard to believe that I'm over the worse. Expect another installment please. Update I have just enough time, I think, to do this while the water is heating up. I say this with no expectation. So, I'm lying in bed this morning licking something to make it stiff - this has to be done perfectly, no dribbling, that would spoilt the effect - and then when it is ready you want to slide it in and this has to be gentle. You want to coax it in, you don't want to lose that hardness you just got exactly how you wanted it. And most definitely you don't want to lose your temper, that won't work at all. So, you have the needle and you have the thread and you are being gentle and coaxing, honestly you are and you aren't going to lose your temper, you know that doesn't work. But as usual it isn't working. You can't get the fucking thread in the fucking, fucking needle and you are going to kill the needle. That's it, mind made up, you are going to fucking kill it. Please don't tell me the needle is inert and can't be killed, I don't fucking care. The needle is going to die. No. Even better. I'm going to take it down to breakfast and I'm going to stab it in the bacon and until it has eaten every last bit of the fucking bacon it is staying there. Please don't tell me needles can't eat bacon, just don't. This needle clearly has a mind of its own and it is going to eat the fucking bacon. Or die. The choice is its. If you are wondering, this is as good as it gets, sewing for me. Goes to shower. Burning hot water, can't stand near it. That'd be right. ------------------- As I write I am sitting in a most peculiar hotel room. The hot water is clearly trying its damnedest to be more than luke warm, but not a chance. There is a big hole in the window - I'm waiting for a technician to come and examine both it and the water. Breakfast. Well. I don't know if I'm just having the unluckiest run, but is the English breakfast not the most dreadful thing? I'm at a 4 star hotel, I ate a mouthful of sausage and quickly decided to abandon it altogether. But then I tasted the bacon and the bacon gave me a new appreciation of the sausage. Not that I ate more of it, but with a gun to my head and given the choice I would have smiled winsomely at the sausage. I would have wraggled my finger at it and told it to come this way. So, now the technician is here. Everybody working in this hotel is East European except for a horrible Englishman who bosses them all about. They have no agency to be nice. In fact the receptionist has been so nice to me twice so far that we are both fearful she is going to lose her job. It turns out, in addition to there being a large hole in the window, the heating in the hotel is only turned on certain times of the day. P-leassse don't tell me it's a green policy, I don't believe it. I'm going to fucken freeze to death. Last Saturday I also stayed in a 4 star hotel and it was a Rolls Royce. As nice a hotel as I've ever stayed at. Doesn't this make you wonder about the goodreads star system? Well, while I've been writing, the technician has plugged up the hole in the window, turned on the heating, though since management decides when to let it through to the room this isn't exciting me greatly. He suggests that if I have my showers in the evening or the crack of dawn they will be warmer....I'm coming around to the concept that I have to shiver through my showers. But wait - dashes into bathroom for cosy chat with technician. Anything you do in this bathroom is cosy, so don't read anything into that please. Ah. If you run the shower for 15 minutes before climbing in - I know, I know, I have occasionally been known to exaggerate a tad but these are the very words of the technician - it does get warmer. Probably not warm enough, but warmer. Geez, is this hard for a person from the South of Australia to do. Our legal showers have been 2 minutes for some years due to our ongoing drought conditions. To watch 15 minutes of water go down the tubes in order to get a comfortable shower is difficult indeed. I find it hard to believe that I'm over the worse. Expect another installment please. ei arvosteluja | lisää arvostelu
The complete and unexpurgated scripts of one of the most celebrated comedy series ever. Published in its entirety for the first time and illustrated, The Complete Fawlty Towers will appeal to the millions of fans who have suffered through endless PBS fundraisers waiting for the next episode--and anyone who has survived a package holiday tour. Fawlty Towers is the hotel of every traveler's nightmare. Basil Fawlty--ill-tempered, henpecked, and conniving--tries in vain to be master of his house under the disapproving and ever-watchful eye of his wife, Sybil. The hotel offers service by Manuel, the incompetent Spanish waiter whose feeble grasp of English makes for hilarious misunderstandings, and Polly, the unflappable chambermaid who is Fawlty Towers' only sane employee. Meals are scorched in the kitchen while adulterers consort upstairs and chaos reigns all around. For countless fans, Fawlty Towers is the best-loved bad hotel in the world, and with publication of The Complete Fawlty Towers they will all have a chance to relive its outrageous awfulness. Kirjastojen kuvailuja ei löytynyt. |
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