On leaving the pub on Friday night there was the usual kerfuffle about where/whether to eat. Lynne wanted a curry; Matthew didn't; Mark wanted something cheap; Ali wanted another drink. I couldn't resist the aroma of the frying onions from the burger man on the street corner and I bought myself a burger. Ali was almost tempted by the smell too, but she ended up skipping off into the distance instead. I wandered into Holborn Station and jumped onto the first train I saw. After a little snooze I woke up at Turnpike Lane. So I got off and jumped on a bus to Swiss Cottage. As I was not far away, I decided to make a pilgrimage to the home of Cricket. I struck up a converation with a local homeless man about the state of English cricket. He was remarkably well-informed and had all the answers. I sauntered off towards Marylebone Station where, after calmly foiling some would-be muggers, I took a train to South Ruislip. On the walk home I bumped into some superheroes who invited me to a party. Despite my lack of fancy dress, I joined them for a couple of drinks and a few stunts on the garden shed roof. I eventually made it home as the sun was rising.
I assume that's what happened anyway, I seem to have lost a large chunk of memory.
Sunday, 22 April 2007
Tuesday, 3 April 2007
E's are good
A couple of months ago I booked some plane tickets through lastminute.com to go from Siem Riep to Hanoi. They were e-tickets.
Upon arrival at the Vietnam Airlines check-in desk, we were told that they aren't able to support e-tickets.
They had our names on their computer; the computer also told them that we had paid for our tickets; and which seats we had been allocated; we had our passports to prove who we were; and we had a booking reference number. But they couldn't let us on the plane because we didn't have any physical tickets. So we had to buy new tickets.
Obviously I'm going to claim the money back, but who do I claim it from?
1) Lastminute.com, on the basis that they shouldn't have sold us e-tickets which weren't usable.
2) Vietnam Airlines, on the basis that they shouldn't have made us buy a new ticket given that they knew we had already bought them.
3) Travel insurance company, on the basis that the first two are doomed to failure.
Answers on a postcard please. Or in the comments box.
Upon arrival at the Vietnam Airlines check-in desk, we were told that they aren't able to support e-tickets.
They had our names on their computer; the computer also told them that we had paid for our tickets; and which seats we had been allocated; we had our passports to prove who we were; and we had a booking reference number. But they couldn't let us on the plane because we didn't have any physical tickets. So we had to buy new tickets.
Obviously I'm going to claim the money back, but who do I claim it from?
1) Lastminute.com, on the basis that they shouldn't have sold us e-tickets which weren't usable.
2) Vietnam Airlines, on the basis that they shouldn't have made us buy a new ticket given that they knew we had already bought them.
3) Travel insurance company, on the basis that the first two are doomed to failure.
Answers on a postcard please. Or in the comments box.
Am I old or am I not?
I can now officially cook Khmer food - I even have a certificate to prove it.
During the cookery class, the teacher asked me how old I was. So I told her, much to the amusement of the rest of the kitchen staff. I asked how old they thought I looked, and after a little conference they decided on "one hundred".
Later on, downstairs in the same restaurant, the waitress noticed the date of birth on my certificate, and on seeing the incredulous look on her face, I asked her how old she thought I was. She said "nineteen".
During the cookery class, the teacher asked me how old I was. So I told her, much to the amusement of the rest of the kitchen staff. I asked how old they thought I looked, and after a little conference they decided on "one hundred".
Later on, downstairs in the same restaurant, the waitress noticed the date of birth on my certificate, and on seeing the incredulous look on her face, I asked her how old she thought I was. She said "nineteen".
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