Forever The Loner !
He said goodbye and left for good . He was on his way to Jersey , Channel Islands , to pick up a Job he had sent applications for . He was to work in The Norfolk Lodge hotel for the season in Jersey , so accommodation wasn't going to be a problem , and food too was included , I mean you just can't go hungry no matter what .
He got on the plane in Copenhagen still kinda withdrawn from his earlier adventures . He was on his way to Gatwick where he would connect with his flight to Jersey .He slept most of the time , and arriving in Gatwick was but a dream . His case was transferred to the Jersey flight, bought a bottle of Bacardi in duty free and he was on his way . The plane landed safely in St Helier , though his landing wasn't so safe .
He was feeling a little ill as you can understand , and all this travelling didn't go down well with his stomach . The doors were opened on the plane to disembark , and when his turn to leave came he duly crept through the plane keeping his head together as he thought !
He placed his foot on the first rung of the staircase , tripped , fell head over heels down the staircase , bottle of Bacardi in hand that smashes as he tumbles down and down , coming to a landing at the bottom . Stands up real quick and gathers his composure , brushes himself down , as the Bacardi starts to soak into his clothes . The smell of alcohol off him was just sickening , he had to get out of there quick .
He collected his case , got a taxi and made his way to the Norfolk Lodge Hotel . He arrived in a blaze of Bacardi , stood outside the Hotel , and realized it hadn't opened yet for the season . You see he arrived in March and the hotel didn't open till April . He never thought about asking when his services were required , he just assumed the hotel was open all year round . What a twat !
He stayed the night in St Helier , didn't like it , it reminded him too much like Bray . He rang the airport asked to be put on standby and flew home the following day . He arrived in Dublin and was greeted by a bus strike , just as well his luggage got lost in transit . How was he going to get home ? Bright spark that he was , he hitched a lift on the back of a jaded motor cycle into the center of Dublin , and thumbed a ride home . Now there's some way to get yourself home from Scandinavia via Jersey , Gatwick and finally Dublin . He was knackered . But that's the type of guy he was , forever the loner !
He got on the plane in Copenhagen still kinda withdrawn from his earlier adventures . He was on his way to Gatwick where he would connect with his flight to Jersey .He slept most of the time , and arriving in Gatwick was but a dream . His case was transferred to the Jersey flight, bought a bottle of Bacardi in duty free and he was on his way . The plane landed safely in St Helier , though his landing wasn't so safe .
He was feeling a little ill as you can understand , and all this travelling didn't go down well with his stomach . The doors were opened on the plane to disembark , and when his turn to leave came he duly crept through the plane keeping his head together as he thought !
He placed his foot on the first rung of the staircase , tripped , fell head over heels down the staircase , bottle of Bacardi in hand that smashes as he tumbles down and down , coming to a landing at the bottom . Stands up real quick and gathers his composure , brushes himself down , as the Bacardi starts to soak into his clothes . The smell of alcohol off him was just sickening , he had to get out of there quick .
He collected his case , got a taxi and made his way to the Norfolk Lodge Hotel . He arrived in a blaze of Bacardi , stood outside the Hotel , and realized it hadn't opened yet for the season . You see he arrived in March and the hotel didn't open till April . He never thought about asking when his services were required , he just assumed the hotel was open all year round . What a twat !
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