Sunday, 28 March 2004 - 1:12 PM GMT

i also used to work for a hotel in athens.
the bloke who ran it would say things like
-we need to go to war with turkey nabumba...then we will have more beeches.
he would finish it off with a very charming
-yamotee bannageeyah (that obviously not how you spell it, sounds about right though oh and it means something like go f uc k the mother of christ...mmm'kay...nice)
he had long greasy black hair
his name was jorgo (yeah right george yer freak)
he made me aware that we werent all going to get along.
thanks jorgo.

Sunday, 28 March 2004 - 9:48 PM GMT

Lol, my hotel was run by Ethiopians, who were okay guys... but there's an arabic / north african difficulty with pronouncing my name. They'd hand out jobs - 'Mohammoud, you run reception today', 'Youssouf, you run bar', 'Tracey, you make breakfasts .... you make beds', and so on. The nearest they could get to pronouncing my name was 'Venezia', and that was only if they were exceptionally well travelled and / or gave a @#%$!.
So every day, the final job for the next morning would be "and ... you ... there .... empty the toilet @#%$! buckets at five tomorrow."

Glory days, eh?

But be warned, pukey tourists, I would always always do an extra shift just so I could get revenge by making breakfast. Without washing my hands.

Monday, 29 March 2004 - 11:17 PM GMT

"Venezia"
Yikes. Sounds like something that penicillin would cure.

Monday, 29 March 2004 - 11:46 PM GMT

The breakfast, or the Italian name for Venice? :)