I bet its somewhere exotic, you like the exotic, it'll be somewhere that if mentioned in conversation makes people green with envy. You're also a big fan of places that are quaint yet sophisticated, so I'm guessing it's somewhere on the Humber Riviera, so it must be Hull!
Mind you Doris has told me that recently you've been raving about this ultra exclusive resort that's invitation only.
If memory serves me correctly I'm sure it was the Côte d'Cleethorpes.
Either that or you've done the usual and went on safari in Smethwick again!
Doris just sent me this, no wonder you were raving about Côte d'Cleethorpes.
An Invitation Most Esteemed
To Admiral Chris Pyuk of the Glorious Moldovan Navy
Your Excellency Admiral Pyuk,
It is with trembling admiration and breathless anticipation that we extend to you, the lion of the lower Danube and unparalleled sovereign of nautical grace, a most
exclusive invitation to our jewel of the East Coast—
Côte d'Cleethorpes.
Tucked delicately between the whispering reeds of the Humber Estuary and the glittering neon majesty of the arcades, Côte d'Cleethorpes offers a seaside sanctuary unlike any other. Our winds are scented faintly with salt and fried batter; our sunsets rival even the Black Sea’s glory. It is a place where legends come to recline.
For a man of your stature—renowned naval tactician, charismatic dispenser of port-based justice, and recipient of the Golden Haddock of Honour—nothing less than our most opulent caravan (Model: “Regal Mariner Deluxe”, complete with velour banquette and mood lighting) shall suffice. A personalised doner meat fondue awaits your arrival, curated by our award-questionable chef, Trevor.
Entertainment shall include:
- A private tour of Cleethorpes Pier (with the key to the locked toilet granted in your honour).
- Complimentary use of our pedal swan armada.
- A ceremonial fish & chip supper served on a velvet napkin bearing your initials, embroidered in crab silk.
- A bespoke evening of saucy bingo and regional interpretive dance.
We are, naturally, preparing a 21-whippet salute in your name, and our resident accordionist, Barry, has composed a sea shanty titled
“Oh Pyuk, Thou Storm of Bălți” to herald your entrance.
Please advise us of your intended time of arrival (by hovercraft, dinghy, or flamingo-pink jet ski) so we may alert the lifeboat crew and evacuate the more excitable pensioners.
In breathless anticipation of your dignified arrival,
With deepest reverence and at least three curtsies,
Lady Cheryl St. Grimshaw
Curator of Guest Mystique
Côte d'Cleethorpes Premier Resort and Amusement Hub
(Formerly Donkeyland Sands Ltd.)