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對一個沒駕照的人而言....Cars are only one type of transportations.

What this article really attracts me is that the subtitle isabsolutely exaggerated.

"It’s so comfortable you can runover anything up to a medium-sized fox and not evennotice"

However, the exageration emphasises how good thecar is and makes great achievement to advertise. Through close reading,  something funny that theappearance of one businessman's hotel is described particularly;nevertheless, nothing about Audi R8 is mentioned.  Thedescription quite interesting and vividly though it does not fit myeagerness for finding how COMFORTABLE the car is.

"We all know what businessmen's hotels are like. There's a priority check-in section where you wait behind some rope, on a bit of carpet. There are staff in shiny suits who say things like “If there's anything else at all for yourself at all”. And you are given a credit card key that makes lots of whirring noises when you put it in the lock but will not, no matter what you do, open the door.

After you've kicked it down, you have the room. There's no obvious button to turn off the fan, which sounds like a Foxbat jet. The light switch by the bed turns all the lights off, except one. Which can only be extinguished by hitting the bulb with your shoe. The plug you need to charge your mobile is always behind the mini bar, and the “tea and coffee making facilities” are designed to ensure you can't make either.

No, really: the kettle lead is never more than a foot long and the brown powder they put in the sachets is way closer on the periodic table to radium F than it is to coffee.....Businessmen's hotels, I think, are the most miserable, soul destroying, soulless, energy sapping, embarrassing, badly run and badly organised edifices in the entire world. I'd rather stay in an igloo. And that's before we get to the food.

The menus are always written in a massively squiggly, curly-whirly typeface. And there's much talk of jus and things being drizzled onto other things. But you know the chef is not from Paris or Rome. He's from Darlington and he hasn't a clue what he's doing.

As a general rule, I order items that even I couldn't mess up, which is why, at a businessmen's hotel next to Manchester airport last week, I went for a lamb chump with mashed potato and cabbage. “No, lamb. Lamb,” I said to the Latvian teenager. “A baby baa baa black sheep . . .”" 



People often say that English are cooly and distanse but from this article, it seems that they are quite humorous and amusing  when they are criticising.