Wednesday, 9 February 2011

Home Comforts

During another sort-out of my collection of pointless cuttings, I found this paragraph from a gushing Observer  travel article:

I think the bit in there that I especially love is the 'perhaps' - it sits in that sentence like an eager labrador, its ears pricked, panting, full of hopeless, unfounded optimism and misplaced goodwill.


  1. That's great. It's so self-effacing -- as if there is a real question as to whether the cabanas' inmates actually deserve these dreamed-of "Western loos."

  2. I'm assuming this was a free trip and therefore the journalist felt he could not let rip with what he really thought about flying halfway across the world to enjoy the stench of a rubbish tip outside his bathroomless hut.