A few years ago got invited to a stag weekend in Manchester by a mate down the pub , I was fed up in work, wife getting on my nerves , so decided to tag along , I didn’t know the rest of the group , so booked my own room in the Premier inn , to guarantee a good night s sleep, not to share , and if I wanted a early night I could .
Roll on a few months and we are in Manchester ,all checked in and in the first pub by six on the Friday night , everyone interduced and the weekend has begun ,
About 9 , another guy turned up , heard a bit of commotion, and it turns out Premeir inn sells more rooms than they have knowing people cancel and not turn up, as Pete had turned up later he’s not got a room , but they offered him a room other side of town in more expensive hotel , which he’s not keen on as wants to stay with the group ,
Obviously I know where this is going , so decide good time to visit the gents , but as I return I’m collared , hey can Pete bunk in with you , well I only have one double bed , so how does that work I ask , to which I’m told they are king size beds so loads of room and your not a bender are you ...
So there we go, I now have a room mate , not my ideal plan, I get chatting to Pete and he’s an ok guy , chat about partners , family , kids as you do, I mention to him will call it a day around midnight , and he says I’ll join you , been a long day with the travelling . |
