September 22, 2009
Confessions of an Eastbourne hotelier
I’m not sure I could get away with Robin Askwith-type antics (the wife wouldn’t put up with the tight jeans for a start) but within the space of a month of starting this game I’ve encoutered a fascinating mix of people and antics. I’ll put it down to the joys of running a boutique Eastbourne B&B…..
Rather like journalists never revealing their sources I couldn’t possible name names but The Guesthouse East has recently played host to an eclectic mix of writers, politicians, actors, businessmen, romancing couples (who all insist on suite 4 – it must be the sensuous red colour scheme), families and photographers.
The evidence left behind should be buried in a time vault in the back garden as an intriguing insight to life in the 21st century; empty bottles of fizz, odd shoes, innumerable chargers, kiddies toys and, er, interesting underwear. The postage required to return it all must practically wipe out any potential tax liabilities come the end of the year. And I tactfully avoid reminding guests of that exotic underwear left here – if they’re that keen to recover it they can let me know….