It’s not a Bartone episode, but it’s a podcast. I’ll be doing a turn reading an Ernie Blog entry for Jake Cordova’s podcast Just Not Right. I’m apparently scheduled to show up during episode 122, which should be available next week.
Of course you already know this, because you’re a regular listener of JNR, aren’t you? Well? AREN’T YOU?
]]>22 miles north west of Oxford on the A44, the Hotel Bartone. We awake to a new morning, a quick cocktail, and an apparently deserted hotel. The shenanigans of last night seem a distant memory as we tuck into a boozy breakfast - but naturally it won’t be that simple, or else there wouldn’t be a story to tell.
22 miles north west of Oxford on the A44, the Hotel Bartone. Having taken a sharp left into the realm of horror as a wild beast tore a bloody trail through the Hotel, we find ourselves in the small hours of the night on the fairway of the Hotel’s golf course staring at a victim of a possible vampire attack.
22 miles north west of Oxford on the A44, the Hotel Bartone. Catherine Compton’s fantasy wedding is interrupted by a devastating incident that begins with a scream, pauses to stop at a dead waitress, and ends up with us chasing some kind of wild beast across the Hotel’s golf course.
22 miles north west of Oxford on the A44, the Hotel Bartone. The location for every young woman’s fantasy wedding reception, and for many young men, too - let it not be said that they favour one sex over another.
As episode 3 opens, it appears that Catherine Compton is about to enjoy every young woman’s fantasy. And yet, comme toujours, it’s all going to go to shit. Yes, that was a swear.
22 miles north west of Oxford on the A44, the Hotel Bartone. A sprawling Elizabethan mansion which serves as an exclusive getaway for both the jet-set and more discerning of the middle class alike.
In this episode we induldge in that most English of pastimes; knocking back a few pints in a pub before heading off for a curry. Bob Marley will make a guest appearance.
22 miles north west of Oxford on the A44, the Hotel Bartone. Not to be found on any maps, nor in any guidebooks; not promoted in advertising nor listed in Michelin. And yet impossibly famous.
Join us as we check in to this exclusive establishment and, over the course of the next few weeks, take a journey through the hotel, learning something of its past, its present and, perhaps, what fate has in store for its future.
Maybe, perhaps, what fate has in store for all our futures.