Martyn Snow
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The Autobiography of a Nobody Pt. 4
There was something strange about Thailand that stood out immediately to me, and once again it involved meal times. Every time we sat down to eat, whether it be at breakfast, lunch or dinner, we were never offered a knife. Everything we ate had to be with a fork and a spoon. I never did discover why this was, nor did I have a problem with it, but it was something odd worth noting. Imagine trying to eat your morning sausage and eggs with a spoon.
By Martyn Snow6 years ago in Wander
The Autobiography of a Nobody Pt. 3
Neither Jane nor I had ever stayed in a four-star hotel before. Our standards for accommodation have always been lower than most. We see a place to stay as just that. As long as it has a clean bed, then we are normally content. After all, we are only often there to sleep anyway.
By Martyn Snow6 years ago in Wander
The Autobiography of a Nobody
"When you've got a minute, I'd like to see you in my office." That was Geoff, my manager. He walked off without a backwards glance, and I felt my stomach flutter. I knew whatever he wanted to discuss would be serious, and my mind raced with all the things that I might have done wrong.
By Martyn Snow6 years ago in Wander