I usually stay in a very cute hotel when I isolate to work on my comic in Biarritz. This week, my beloved -Miss Marple kind of- hotel was full because I don’t know which conference happened in the city… Whatever… Result, I had to find another one, and….
I did a mistake, yes A MISTAKE !! Really, when we go on family holidays, I always find super nice hotels, good deals, dream places…. And when it comes to me… I fucked up !
So here I am, in the worst hotel in town, my room looks like those hotel rooms near train stations, the sun is going all day long directly on the building that faces mine, means that if I want to see him, I have to go out somewhere in the city.
Noises : if either the upper floor client or the same floor one on my right wants to go to the toilet and flushes, it’s like if the water was running directly in my bed…
In-room design : I have beautiful screenprints canvas of cheese and herbs, a fake plastic flower pot and the toilet door is a plastic one that screams CLAC CLAC when opened in Zig-zag.
T.V : by chance, as I love to draw while watching T.V, it’s full of stupid channels and I got the shows that help me not to fall from the hotel window such as Malcolm in the middle and global euro-shopping.
So I did over-complained about everything to Mehdi and all my friends and, as I was bored most of the time, it became a joke to ask me what I was doing and where I was.
All of a sudden, I had a group of people getting relayed to help me overcome the situation I’m in. Actually, many of them were telling me to change hotel or come back to Paris, order room service (haha !), some of them I never had on ichat or BBM started talking to me, telling me jokes and cheering me up like I was on hospital or running Paris-Dakar.
But it’s seems they don’t know me very well. Although I’d be the first one (along with so-me) sticking crisps packagings on bad backstages lights to get a cosy atmos, I’m also super happy to be all alone to work, with the only material I need : a pen and a paper, a rubber also, and I’m not the boring Bourgeoise I just described…
