Here are a collection of funny notices that made our foreign holiday
one long laugh. English is such a difficult language to learn, just the smallest mistake in a hotel notice can produce a hilarious joke.
Peter Allen and Rachel Burden asked their listeners to the Radio 5 live 'Drive' programme to send in the worst holiday beginnings that they had experienced. This followed
the horrific example of when a plane was flying with holiday makers to Egypt when it had to put down in Brindisi, Southern Italy as the pilot had found a note declaring that there was a bomb on board. This he
passed this information on to the passengers. An horrific start to their vacation.
These five other snippets were sent into the programme:
'I arrived in Cuba 2 hours before a hurricane.'
I spent 3 hours in a traffic jam on the M6 between junctions 15 and 16.'
'My girl friend of 3 years told me our relationship was over as we got off the plane in Barbados.'
'We were travelling to Toronto, Canada while all our luggage was sent to Toronto, Italy.'
'I set off from home to Gatwick on Wednesday morning and because of the appalling weather [snow, ice and blizzards] we didn't fly to
Belfast until Saturday afternoon. I returned home on Sunday. - some short break.' [A true story that happened to Will's daughter Hannah]
Mr Bawler asked his class of 8 year old pupils where they had been for their summer vacations. Several children had been abroad and some had camped while others
had stayed in cottages, hotels or bed and breakfasts.
Samuel was particularly excited to recount how he had been away in a caravan and told the class that they had parked the caravan in a field near to an
entertainments club, a shop, shower rooms and several other caravans. He recalled visiting a castle and described long days on a sandy beach.
'Where did you go to find such a delightful place?'
True Story: [ Both Guy and Will know this couple and they told their story to us when we were staying with them one time in Llanystumdwy, Gwynned,
attending a conference in London and staying at a very smart hotel. His wife, Jenny, travelled down to London from Birmingham on the Friday. She was to join Tony for the conference's closing dinner/dance.
When she arrived, Tony was still in a meeting so she introduced herself to the receptionist and asked for the number of Mr Taylor's room.
She was duly given the number and the key and she took the lift to
the 3rd floor. Jenny wanted to freshen up and be ready for Tony when he arrived back. She unpacked, popped her nightie under the bedcovers, showered and got ready for the evening.
Time passed and Jenny became
concerned that he hadn't arrived back and she was worried as to whether they would make the dinner on time. By 8pm she rang reception to ask if Tony was in the bar; she was told that he had gone to his room
some 2 hours earlier.
'What room?' spluttered Jenny to the receptionist.
'Room 101, on the first floor', answered the girl politely.
'But I'm in room 307,' exploded Jenny in consternation.
'Oh dear,' said reception,' that must be another Mr Taylor's room!'
Jenny grabbed her belonging and dashed down to room 101. She forgot, of course, to remove her nightie. What a surprise for Mr Taylor [and
Mrs Taylor?] on returning to the room.