Stare Into Space


Posted on | May 26, 2009 | 7 Comments

As part of a captive audience at Disneyland Paris, we had limited choice when it came to eating.  This limitation is what found me dining in Planet Hollywood.

I’d never eaten in Planet Hollywood before but was relatively sure of what to expect. Mediocre food and loads of movie tat on the walls I thought and that was, pretty much, the way it panned out.

I hadn’t, however, expected to see a customer pointing out, to a waiter, something on the floor, only to have the waiter chase said ‘something’ and capture it in a glass. I’m not certain what it was as the waiter, for the benefit of the diners, popped a small bag over the glass to obscure its contents before carrying it into the kitchen.  There are so many things wrong there that it’s hard to know where to begin.

I also hadn’t expected the movie tat to be quite so extensive that I would have to sit and eat my uninspiring burger under this:

Sly Stallone

The picture was taken from my seat.  You try eating a burger as a, mostly naked, Sylvester Stallone stares down at you from above.  It’s more than a little disconcerting, I can tell you.


Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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