The Royal Hotel

[monkey_matt]

Chapter One
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Brian could sleep through anything. Family holidays as a child had consisted of his Dad driving across Scotland pointing out Things of Interest at him. 'Stunning scenery, isn't it? Look, Stac Polly! Did you know that was a volcano, once? Beautiful. Is he asleep again? Are you asleep? Wake up and look at the mountains! It's

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[monkey_matt]

All fixed, cheers!

P.S. - where were you before it got handed in? Doing the good samaritan with wheelchair-bound Glaswegian numpties, no doubt...

[monkey_matt]

There will be an ending... but... it might take me a while. I've got about another ten to twenty thousand words written, but they're not really fit for consumption as of yet. Need some severe editing. And there's about another ten to fifteen thousand words of notes which need written up. So it will be a proper length novel (60 to 70 thousand words in about fifty chapters) but it doesn't look like being completed any time soon. Oh, and it's all going to get rather sordid...