I have just witnessed a most disturbing thing. A young lady ran out into the rain, only to run straight back to the man she was with. How romantic I thought, at which point she set about him hitting as hard as she could, with the words "you effing bastard", as if he were responsible for the rain, perhaps. This outside the hotel bar. The tone of the place has gone down terribly in recent times. Mind you, I was embarrassed years ago when Diana, Princess Of Wales visited the place. It has chandeliers purchased in bulk from Woolworth's lighting department, with glass bulbs which emulate melting candle wax, but end up looking like something else entirely. I recently congratulated them on their serving of food in an original fashion (they serve burgers and chips on slate) but said that serving it rubbed into the chairs was perhaps going a little far. I complained about a number of things, including the piped music, which is a nullifying blend of pan pipes and trance. The manager Mr Patel replied that it is chosen because it appeals to the widest audience possible, I replied back saying that on the contrary, it was so bland it was bound to offend absolutely everyone.