We all like to repeat our favourites don't we?
This place seems to be staffed by, and frequented by a caste reminiscent of Little Britain; everybody seems weird - perhaps I have finally flipped? Some examples: a small Bernie Ecclestone like guy who has just come and complimented me on the way I ate my soup - "very few people do it properly these days, nice to see". A woman wearing a black jacket and tight black trousers (Richard the Third), but with hair like Worzel Gummage. An elderly couple - the man goes to the bar to ask for more lemonade in his lager - returns to find wife with head in hands, "are you having one of your moods" he asks, and then they move to another table. An elderly man on his own, looking depressed with head bent staring at a glass of lemonade which he does not appear to be drinking. There are more but I draw the line here. Amidst all this the hotel is presented as being reasonably sophisticated but we are subject to a television showing Coronation Street which nobody is watching.