Oh fuck - never ever stay in Widnes
At least not at the Main Top Hotel there
It had been Bonfire Night though, in fairness
But me and Jo had missed the fireworks clear
Flying from Larnaca to the area
Touching down at near midnight, Liverpool
After a five hour flight - we were tired, yeah?
Taxi to this sub-standard pub hotel
The bar had just shut, but the decibels
Still pumped through the floor for the late-staying guests
In the pub itself. Not that many there
It seemed, but I was woken by a hell
At three thirty, a kids' party, a host
Of Scousers in the next room. Oh, beware!
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