I should add, in fairness, that I did have a Duty Manager on call, but they were sleeping whilst being paid for their overnight shift. Most would only consider coming to my assistance if the world was about to end! I would never have dreamed of waking them up to help me hoover the lounge or set up a meeting room.
In all my time working at the Forte Posthouse Taunton I only ever woke up a Duty Manager on three occasions. Once when we had pikeys on the roof nicking the aluminium lightning conductors and once when I had a guest suffer a heart attack.
A shift I'll never forget was the night Diana, Princess of Wales died. This was the third time I woke a
DM▸ . An internal message came through from Forte Towers (that was the nickname for head office

) at 5am requesting all hotels in the group bring their flags down to half mast before guests started waking up. I woke the DM to request help to do this and got the response; "**** off. Do it yourself." One of our flags had been tied to the top of the mast rather than run up. I had to shin up the pole and untie it. I fell off and landed on the bonnet of a customer's car. Damn near broke my neck. And what did I get, along with friction burns on my hands, for my a trouble? A verbal warning for damaging a customers car and the threat of worse should I pursue a health and safety claim. Learnt from that just how management in the hospitality trade treat the foot soldiers. Quickly got my Chef qualifications after that (effectively management grade, but still poorly paid) and disappeared to the relative safety of the kitchen.
Many more stories from my time there. Dealing with Oasis and the Gallagher brothers -surprisingly enjoyable. Enjoying the odd cigar and brandy (just a small one!) with Jethro. Having one of Tom King's (former Northern Ireland secretary and
MP▸ for Bridgwater) Special Branch officers calling me a useless p***k because I wouldn't reopen the bar at 3am. Having Waqar Younis (at the time, playing for Glamorgan) going nuts because someone had 'stolen' the County Championship trophy they'd won earlier that evening defeating Somerset at the County Ground, Taunton. This was the real trophy, over 100 years old, not a replica like you often see presented in other sports. We found it atop a cistern in the ladies toilets!
And last but not least the Romany wedding reception. ^20,000 worth of damage to the hotel, police in riot gear, copper chopper above, Junction 25 of the M5 closed and just me, a barman on overtime and a largely absent DM. The Romanies paid for all the damage though and the hotel made a tidy profit. I got a measly ^20 bonus. Jethro would often tip me more than that just for selling him the odd brandy and cigar!