teenage seabeer kicks all thru the night

Listened to the latest Seabear on the plane back from Joburg. They bumped me up, I really don’t know why, so thank-you BA, I’m still just a regular blue card holder but I did appreciate the extra wiggle room and the lovely cheese.

A few days away from Cape Town and the contrasts are as stark as the air is thin.

It’s not a city that resonates with me, I’m not talking it down, it’s just not my kinda town.

I do though like the Rosebank Crowne Hotel, it’s got something going for it, obviously someone went through the Virgin Lounge in Heathrow and said that’s the baseline for what we want to do – making Business Travel cool.

We have a selection of the Westcliff or the Crowne, I always insist on the Crowne even if it’s not nearly as plush, I feel it suits my personality a little better.

That’s where I stayed for three days and it reminded me of my stay at the Great Eastern in Liverpool Street, where I got such great service, where the SA was confused with Saudia Arabia but which is also modern in it’s ambition and look and feel.

Still I’m glad to be back, the flat feels a little alien, I can’t put my finger on it exactly but my day-to-day lifestyle is a bit out of sync and I’ve run out of Danish butter and soon too will the non alcoholic beer run dry. The little things feel randomised and my mind needs to bring an order to these variables. The hotel room was so lovely and predictable. You make a proper filter coffee in the morning, have your biscotti with it and in the evening the stock is replaced, the bed is made the shampoo you thought about stealing but just used instead is filled and there is an order. The flat has its order I just need to get back into the swing of things – manana is good enough for me and Peggy Lee.

And yes I shall revisit this in the next few days it’s just a placeholder for my thoughts but I will paint you a proper picture soon.