Hold Tight! - Demon drink
Chapter 6
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Hold Tight!
Chapter 6
35 Fans
36 Smash hits
37 New money
38 Eastleigh
39 Tight squeeze
40 Romsey
41 Hythe
42 Holy city
43 Docks tours
44 Fawley & Calshot
45 Kids and animals
46 Hot stuff
47 Police, stop
48 Flic storys
49 Specials
50 Just sack me!
51 Machine wars
52 Not funny
53 Borrowing
54 Demon drink
55 One for the road
56 Disputes
1 Beginnings
2 Learning
3 Getting Away
4 Winchester
5 Freedom
6 Southampton
7 City Transport
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I once spent a Saturday night in Cologne. In the evening I went for a meal and had a knuckle of pork with dumplings. If that was the size of its knuckle I would not have wanted to argue with the pig. Afterwards I got talking to some people in the bar and we carried on drinking and talking until one thirty in the morning. All I could remember about the hotel was that it was beyond the railway station, over a dual carriageway and the end of the row of buildings was painted in black and white checks.
I walked through the precinct, found the railway station and there in the distance were the black and white checks. I climbed over the railings in the middle of the road. The hotel door was locked and inside I could see an old man reading a paper. I rang the bell, he looked up and then went back to his paper. After a few more tries I convinced him to come to the door. My next task was to convince him I had a room. I knew the number, it was fifty seven but what was it in German? Finally the few brain cells still awake got together and came up with the answer. I got to my room, closed the door and woke up at nine o'clock.
After a much needed shower I went downstairs for breakfast. All the other guests had eaten and left long ago. Just one place was left, the rest were being made ready for lunch. Feeling very conspicuous I drank the orange juice and all the coffee but left the rolls uneaten. I would regret that later. After breakfast I checked out and went to the station to catch a train to Brussels.
There was a ticket inspector at the gates leading to the platforms. I produced my ticket and it was clipped. On the train another ticket inspector checked and clipped the ticket. At Liège a Belgian ticket inspector got on, looked at the ticket and asked why I was travelling on a single from Brussels to Cologne in the wrong direction. I had asked for a return but had not checked the ticket. An on-the-spot fine.
What I needed now was something to eat and drink, so I went along to the buffet car. The train had started from Brno, then in Czechoslovakia. The buffet car belonged to the east European 'Mitropa' organization and I discovered that the supplies which should have been put on the train at Prague had not been there. There was only hard boiled eggs and black coffee. I had an interesting chat with the East German woman working in the buffet car. A great trip, but I was glad to get back to Brussels and some food.
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