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A Surreal Conversation Wot I Once Had...
All this is true, and in true Littlejohn style, "You could not make it up".
Back in 2003 my GLW and I had an mid October break planned, and bouyed by the forecast of unseasonally warm weather, we decided to go on a few days walking holiday up in Ullapool.
Now neither of us had ever been up there but we were recommended this particular hotel in Ullapool in which to base ourselves.
So, on the Sunday I made the call to book our stay.
This is pretty much verbatim as to how the convo went...
(The voice of The Hotelier is best imagined in the soft lilting West Highland accent that the folk of Ullapool have: think Duncan MaCrae or Para Handy if you will).
"Ringringring"
Hotelier: "Hello, ******** Hotel, how can I help you".
Me: "Hi, I would like to book a double room please for next Monday Tuesday and Wednesday nights please".
H: "'am affa sorry but were closing the morra. Weel when I say we're closin', I dinna mean for good, jist for the fortnight, cos me and the wife are away to Tenareefy on Monday. Noo we dinna usually close the hotel when we go awa, 'cos her Faither usually looks efter the place when we're on oor hols, but he is no been affy weel recently. We thocht he wis havin' a hert attack last week and we took him to the doctors, but the man said that that he had a (pause) urinary tract infection. Noo we thocht that if he had that, his pains wid be doon there, if you ken wit I mean, not in his chest. Noo the Doctors an affa nice man, but jeest a bairn ye ken, naw like Dr *******, he wis a proper doctor. So we hiv decided to close up for the twa weeks, just to be on the safe side".
M: "Oh thats a pity. Um, can you recommend anywhere else in Ullapool to stay?".
H: "Weel in depends whit yer efter. Is it a Bed And Breakfast, or a place that does evening meals? There is even a temperance place if ye dinnae like a dram".
Me, cutting to the chase: "Well, let me put it this way... if YOU were going to Ullapool, and YOUR hotel was shut, where would you want to stay?
Hotelier: "Och that's easy. I would go to my sisters place, she has got a spare room noo that her Brian's awa tae university".
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as they say in that
there txt spk LOL, or even ROFL.
What you said
I rolled on the floor in a fit of laughter so intense that my bottom appears to have fallen off.
Ullapool is great
Been there many a time. A couple of years ago stumbled across Martin Stephenson playing in a hotel bar in Ullapool, something he appears to do on a regular basis. Now and again when I'm getting fed up with the rat race I daydream of moving there. But I won't.
Last time I was there
It was described by a local as "A drinking town with a fishing problem".
However it's a lovely place to visit. Rightly famed for its seafood restaurants & chippies, and full of bookshops, crafty places and tea shops.
I recommend "The Tea Store", which serves proper sized pots of tea (about 3 mugs' worth) and incredible cakes. I arrived there after a week of backpacking, subsisting mostly on noodles, Mars bars and flapjack. Treated myself to their luncntime deal - bowl of soup, tuna salad roll, cake and a huge pot of tea, £6 the lot. It was sublime.
So go on then...
...what was his sister's place like?
Was it nice?
He couldnt get in
turns out Martin Stephenson was staying there.
C'mon Guys & Gals
This is quality, and 100% true.
I need 11 more ups to beat all time my record.
I can't top that (and I wouldn't dream of trying)
but has anyone else had this experience?
Enters shop (happened to be cookery/utensils, but it could be any store).
Me: Hello have you got such and such (can't remember exact item)?
Shopkeeper: No. It's funny you should ask that, we've had a few people in asking for them, but we don't stock them.
Exit, speechless.
ha ha great accent,
I have spoken with people like that. That's what used to be called 'Irish logic' in the 70s.
The Food
was outstanding it must be said...
In one of the eateries I had a rare sirloin steak smothered in mash which had black pudding and bacon bits all the way through it, topped with a red wine and beef gravy -they don't do "jus" in Ullapool- it was sublime.