Yes there were busts without bra´s everywhere you looked…
Naughty Naughty…
There was even a bust on the bar…
Oh look, they do sun loungers too…
And outsize chairs for Greek gods with big bottoms…
Confusion about what country we were in occurred when we noticed a perfectly preserved fire engine. With both “LEYLAND” and “Lancashire” written on it:
Oh. So this wasn´t Greece then…
Snookered…
We asked the hotel manager if we could have a plaque mounted on the door of the room we stayed in, the likes of:
“HETH AND DAVE WOZ HERE”
He gracefully declined our offer and told us: “Only people who bring snooker cues with them are allowed to have a door tile.” Besides that, they had no letter A AvAilAble in stock…
We totally understood his predicament, because a room with a view full of balls might not be good for business. I mean he must have his hands full groping coping with all those tits, so we thought it really wasn´t fair to drop balls on him too…
