Scotland 2025 Day 2- Stoicism

I am sorry but I have no time to make a decent blog entry tonight. I was looking forward to expressing some more silly thoughts about the journey so far. Sadly no time.

Simply it’s taken until now to get our accommodation sorted post a booking error between the Croit Anna sh1thotel and Booking.com. Compounded by the shockingly crap handling of the issue by the Booking.com customer service agent which resulted in our accommodation being CANCELLED with - unfunnily enough - no other accommodation available in the west of Scotland this wet bank holiday weekend. 😳

I’ll say more about it later when the anger has subsided. Just to say that I negotiated a solution with the sh1thotel for Alan and David to stay in the allocated rooms. Me and Brad are now in another place at £400 quid for the night 😬. With no guarantee I’m going to get any of my money back 😡

With a ‘we have a bite!’ holler to his wife the lucky jackpot winner then took ages to drive across town to open his gold plated Trumpton Tower extortion racket for us as, he says, it was difficult to find a bagpipe player to ceremoniously play us into the building so late on a wet bank holiday weekend night.

Whilst waiting, me and Brad were eaten alive by the midges. Stomping around the car park like a pair of mad Booking.com Customer Service jackbooted stormtroopers who for sure have attended Tesco’s masterclass training camp; with huge midge murmurations circling about us like a murderous swarm of Indians encircling a pair of hopelessly lost cowboys. Then getting stuck in to us with great gusto and a million bites - just as I might a delicious meaty leg pie.

Wearing shorts this evening has turned out to be a very very bad idea. 😫

Nonetheless from such trials does wisdom emerge. I did my best not to get angry when the idiot on the other end of the phone cancelled our booking BEFORE finding some alternative - then telling me they couldn’t find anything from within their Mumbai ‘I haven’t got a fecking clue’ Indian call centre before unceremoniously hanging up on poor old exasperated me! What the FFFFF!!!

Breathe, Wayne. Breathe…

A stoic is someone I thought not unlike me. Someone who is not easily angered and who can accept adversity without emotion. In essence, someone who remains calm and composed in the face of adversity and does not outwardly show distress.

NO!! Not - a - fecking - chance whilst contemplating a homeless night in the rain being eaten alive on the west coast of Scotland!! 

This video was taken by London Alan of the panicky Booking.com customer service agent as I demanded with menaces that they cough up - which she failed to do.


Remain stoic old man.

There are bigger issues to fry in this life. 🤔

Mmmm. 

Pie…

Ciao for now

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