On Friday night I arranged to meet a couple of visitors to this fair city. Nothing could be simpler than to meet up at the entrance to the Holiday Inn, right? Easy. It’s on Spencer Street. No problem.
So my lovely companion (who I shall refer to for the moment as "C", since at this stage I believe she has no wish to have her details revealed to the world) and I went down to Spencer Street, and waited at the appointed time. And waited. Nobody appeared. Bear in mind that I had no idea what these people looked like, but they should know me because they frequent my humble web site.
I tried calling the room. No answer. We kept waiting for a while longer, then eventually gave up and left. We kept walking down Spencer Street, towards Crown where no doubt a drink could be obtained, and along the way… C spotted a secondHoliday Inn, further down the same street.
Now, I just want to ask, what kind of IDIOT decides that there should not only be too Holiday Inns in the same part of town, but also decides they should be on the same street?! Could it be much more confusing?
Oh, and don’t think I hadn’t checked the phone book. I most certainly had, to ensure I was under the illusion that I knew where I was going. While both these Holiday Inns are listed in the phone book, one is listed as being in Flinders Lane, even though it is also on Spencer Street. (It is also named "Holiday Inn On Flinders", which could leave one presuming it’s on Flinders Street, rather than the rather smaller Flinders Lane.)
So we went up the steps to the real Holiday Inn on Spencer Street, and finally found the visitors, Bob, and umm… Mrs Bob. (I’m terrible with names), and went and had a drink with them.
