The Living And the Dead in Winsford
“It was in September 2003: we arrived on a Thursday afternoon and left four days later. We stayed at a hotel in Lexington Avenue quite close to Grand Central Station, and I never set foot outside our room from start to finish.The cause was a major stomach upset which had begun to make itself felt as our flight was approaching Newark, and which forced our taxi driver to stop twice on the drive into Manhattan.I needed to be within easy reach of a lavatory, it was as simple as that. I suppose I tho...ught it would pass after a few hours – or a day at most – but it didn’t. I couldn’t keep down a crumb of food until the Sunday evening, and as we boarded the plane the next morning for the flight home I was extremely grateful for the fact that I’d treated ourselves to business class in view of the journey’s significance. If I’d been in economy I’m quite sure I would have been sick again.Martin was loyal that first evening, just went down to the hotel bar for an hour and spent the rest of the time with me in room number 1828.MoreLess
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