Tuesday, July 10, 2001 by · Comments Off 

The telephone always rings in the foyer of the Crossroads Motel, er, Hotel, but as usual there are never any guests to be seen. “I took a phone message about your conference facilities!” barks a crumpled senior manager, eyes like daggers at a winsome junior trainee. There’s a moment’s pause to let the full impact of this horrific revelation sink in. Read more