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Of course, I don't believe in ghosts...
Nov. 19th, 2007 10:27 amExcept during the early hours when the wind is high, trying to sleep in a Tudor house as the kitchen door creaks slowly open. Then I could easily be convinced.
The downside of being a dynamic entrepreneur is that I don't get much holiday and it tends to be in isolated days rather than in full weeks. Realising that I've only had one full week off since 2003, I thought "Screw this", and booked a week away in this charming old place:
I'm not saying that the place was haunted but it certainly sounded like it was, being full of strange noises in the cellar and the sound of creaky floors, so I asked the one-eyed hunchback caretaker and he assured me that it was just the wind that sounded like a club-footed man dragging chains up the stairs, aye, just the wind, sir. Nothing to be worried about.
Looking into the history of the place, I was delighted to find that it was built by a man who revelled in the glorious name of Sir Reginald de Pympe. Now I don't know about you, but if my family name was 'de Pympe', I'd make the most of it, and I hope he did too. I can just imagine him riding round in a sedan chair lined with zebra-skin fur fabric, wearing a huge pink floppy jousting helmet, and procuring Nell Gwynne.
Getting back from the darkest wilds of Kent, I went off to the cinema last night and arrived in Leicester Sq to find a crowd and some bright lights. Wondering what was going on, I wandered over just in time to see Michael Caine coming out of the premiere of Sleuth. On spec I stuck out my hand and got a firm handshake before he disappeared off in his car.
I'd been planning to go and see Beowolf but I'd missed it and so I went off to see 30 Days of Night instead (which is much better than I expected - very reminiscent of John Carpenter's The Thing and almost as good, but how a film with that much blood got a 15 certificate I'll never know)) and found myself heading into the cinema with LibDem MP Lembit Opik and his Cheeky Girl. It was celeb-taculr and no mistake in Leicester Square last night.
The downside of being a dynamic entrepreneur is that I don't get much holiday and it tends to be in isolated days rather than in full weeks. Realising that I've only had one full week off since 2003, I thought "Screw this", and booked a week away in this charming old place:
I'm not saying that the place was haunted but it certainly sounded like it was, being full of strange noises in the cellar and the sound of creaky floors, so I asked the one-eyed hunchback caretaker and he assured me that it was just the wind that sounded like a club-footed man dragging chains up the stairs, aye, just the wind, sir. Nothing to be worried about.
Looking into the history of the place, I was delighted to find that it was built by a man who revelled in the glorious name of Sir Reginald de Pympe. Now I don't know about you, but if my family name was 'de Pympe', I'd make the most of it, and I hope he did too. I can just imagine him riding round in a sedan chair lined with zebra-skin fur fabric, wearing a huge pink floppy jousting helmet, and procuring Nell Gwynne.
Getting back from the darkest wilds of Kent, I went off to the cinema last night and arrived in Leicester Sq to find a crowd and some bright lights. Wondering what was going on, I wandered over just in time to see Michael Caine coming out of the premiere of Sleuth. On spec I stuck out my hand and got a firm handshake before he disappeared off in his car.
I'd been planning to go and see Beowolf but I'd missed it and so I went off to see 30 Days of Night instead (which is much better than I expected - very reminiscent of John Carpenter's The Thing and almost as good, but how a film with that much blood got a 15 certificate I'll never know)) and found myself heading into the cinema with LibDem MP Lembit Opik and his Cheeky Girl. It was celeb-taculr and no mistake in Leicester Square last night.
