Another Room with a View

I'm up on the sixth floor and I don't like that open window in the deserted building across the way. And even less do I like the shitty wi-fi here which is as plentiful as hot water in a German Pension. Having risen at 5am to get down here, I was dead beat by mid-afternoon when I sat in a meeting where a chappy did a brain dump. He was actually called Brian. So it was more of a Brian dump. One of those blokes who knows loads but somehow can't tell you the simple thing you need to know. Looky - three options - which one would you go for? And why - keep it simple even if the underlying complexity is blah blah complex - it's for Senior Management for gawdsakes, never mind sleepy old me.
Anyway, later on, I stepped out for a rather good 'Taste of India'. A chap near the door pressed a 'food 50% off' leaflet on me. As I was going in anyway I felt a bit bad taking it, but made up for that by giving them a good bill by ordering up large bottles of Kingfisher.