Just Call Me Mr Hotel

Over the past couple of months I have become something of an expert when it comes to staying in hotels in the United Kingdom. Alright I’ve only been staying in hotels in Manchester but what I said first sounds a lot more impressive.

I walk in with my girlfriend and I find myself acting like a complete dickhead. Is the bed made to my liking? Is the room clean enough? What about the bathroom? Did they clean the the bath and clear out the Robern Medicine cabinet after the last occupant?

The thing that should annoy me more is the journey on the coach. Five hours each way sitting in the same metal container with a blocked toilet and 40 other people farting regularly. Mmmmm lovely.

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