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Many moons ago, the mining Co I was with flew a bunch of us to Perth for a series of meetings beginning on a Monday. Bob Hawke's dispute with the pilots was on so they flew us by charter on the Saturday. After a long arvo/night I chickened out and went to sleep. About 2:00am I thought some bastard was crashing thru my door. I flew out of bed starkers trying to see who the f@cker was. The hotel doors were recessed. No probs - I leaned out holding the door open with a foot. Then the alcohol kicked back in and I sprawlled bollocky into the corridor. Door locked.
Still no probs - I remembered there was a hotel phone in the ironing room next to the lifts. Stealthily I crept round past the lifts covering the crown jewells with both hands and rang reception. Relief!
A bloke from reception arrived promptly with a robe and a master key.
"Geez thanks mate. I was packing it whether the lift doors would open just as I was sneaking past"
"That's OK sir. But you do realise we have CC TV and all the monitors are in Recption" ?