Manchester Guardian imitates newspaper.

Today's paper has Christopher Brookmyre's comments on yesterday's article about the oil-rig hotel, a notion which underlay his 1998 novel "One fine day in the middle of the night" (which had a brief mention of a Norwegian mercenary called Roland. References to Uncle Warren are fairly frequent in Brookmyre books).

It was, I believed, a ridiculously far-fetched concept, drawing knowingly upon the implausible excesses of the 80s Hollywood action movie. Anything Joel Silver could do, I could do dafter. But not quite as daft as Mohamed Al Fayed, apparently, who this week has announced he will be undertaking the venture for real.
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It's tucked away at the back. That's another moment that I'd have paid to see someone's face at.
Bit unfair to my new hometown, in that penultimate paragraph.

Though much of Croydon's architecture wouldn't look amiss with Thunderbird One docking on it...
No, though it does have some lovely old buildings. Well, the ones that didn't get smashed in the Blitz ("Shiesse, missed London again!")
And it used to have an international airport, y'know. And was rather optimistically marketed in the 60s to film-makers because 'it resembles New York from street level'.
And of all of Brookmyre's novels this has to be the one which finds real-life fruition. I would have preferred 'Be My Enemy'. The amount of times that I've been on a management weekend in a hotel and wished, dearly and completely, for the hotel to be taken by terrorists just to end the madness.
Preferred them when they were pirate radio stations myself, but that nice Mr. Wedgwood Benn put the kibosh on that.