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Marcus looked up at the sign over Sasha’s new restaurant, Judy’s. “I can’t believe you named this place after my mother!” Sasha smiled. “The menu features the recipes she taught me as a kid, too,” Sasha said. “She taught me everything and without her, I wouldn’t have become a chef or had a string of restaurants. I owe her so much.” Marcus hugged her and said: “Thank you.” Sasha laughed. “Without her, I wouldn’t have you, either. At last!” Marcus smiled. “How long will we spen

“Toula!” Toula jumped when she heard her father’s shout. “Papa, what’s wrong? Have you run out of Windex?” Gus Portokalos looked up from the newspaper at his daughter. He couldn’t work out if she was really concerned or just teasing him. “Hmm! I never run out of Windex, Toula, you should know that!” Gus brought up a spray bottle from under the table and sprayed her hand. “I’ll get rid of whatever that is on your thumb…” He sprayed her before she could pull her hand away. Toul

Remy pushed the chopped vegetables into a hot pan and heard them sizzle in the olive oil. Linguini smiled. Another perfect pan of ratatouille thanks to Remy’s recipe, he thought. “Come on, I’m doing the cooking, Colette is out looking for the best ingredients in Paris, and none of us can deal with any more paperwork!” Remy said. Linguini nodded. “I know, I know! And you’re a rat, so keeping up with paperwork and writing isn’t your forte.” Remy sniggered: “The only paperwork w

The plans for the rebuilt Fhloston Paradise Hotel shimmered in a hologram in front of Ruby Rhod. “And now, here are the plans for Fhloston Paradise Hotel 2, all fresh and shiny from the space architect. What do you think, people? Do you love it? Who cares! I do! And, as I’m the new owner that’s all that matters…Green!” Ruby smiled into the camera. “I’ll be doing my show daily from the most notorious place in the universe, in memory of the great singer Plavalagula. Now that th

March 27th. Saturday. 5.15pm. The Grand Budapest Hotel, Zubrowka. Zero Moustafa gazed at the author and watched him scribble his notes. He’d told him everything, the story of Monsieur Gustave H and how he was falsely accused of murder and imprisoned, how he’d met Agatha, how they’d helped Monsieur Gustave escape, the assistance of the Society of the Crossed Keys, and how Gustave had died defending him, a refugee, from fascist soldiers. He told the author how Gustave had left

Dracula sighed and looked at his daughter Mavis. “What are we going to do? If the Frankensteins or Griffin the invisible man or the werewolves find out that we have a…HUMAN…here, Hotel Transylvania will be finished!” He threw up his hands in despair. Mavis smirked. “Dramatic, Dad! He’s not just any human, he’s called Jonathan and he’s my friend now. We can’t just throw him out. Besides, he’d leave a terrible review on Tripadvisor…” Dracula nodded. “These humans and their hote

Raoul looked Mike Windgren up and down. “Can you swim? The hotel is looking for another lifeguard right now…” Mike laughed. “I just got fired, so I’ll do anything. Swim, wait tables…the only thing I can’t do is what that lifeguard is doing diving from the high rocks. Not after what happened during my time with the circus.” Raoul nodded. “Well, I’m sure there are other ways you can entertain the crowds at the resort. Do you do anything else?” Mike shrugged. “I sing a little,”

Maile looked up at the painted sign over the office and grinned. “It’s our very own tour company, Chad!” she said excitedly. Chad smiled. “The Gates of Hawaii. It’s wonderful! The best part is we already have a dozen bookings, many of them my father’s fruit salesmen contacts.” Maile pushed open the door and walked into the office. “Tourism sure is big business in Hawaii now. It’s helped us start our own business, it helps all the bars and restaurants, and it ensures the hotel

Lucky Jackson looked down at his wet clothes, then at the pool, and sighed. “Well, I’m soaking wet and I’ve lost the money for my race car engine! Goodbye to my chances of winning the Las Vegas Grand Prix.” Rusty Martin brought him a towel. “I’m sorry I pushed you in…” Lucky shrugged. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” he said. “Looks like I’ll be staying in Vegas a while longer, until I can get the money to fix my car…” The manager of the hotel walked over. “And the mon

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The Wimbledon tournament organiser looked up from his desk. “Peter Colt! How the mighty have fallen. To 119th in the world, now, I see....

Martyn's Law will apply to venues, like concert halls, that attract large crowds of people.

The Protect Duty, which will be known as Martyn's Law, is due to come into effect for venues with over 100 people, including football stadia