Andaz Hotel Amsterdam
An attitude of near imbecility slowly creeps across and clouds The Old Bookworm’s visage. The appearance of pained concentration – as if he’s trying to work out the sum of 764 divided by 13.5…
Browsing: Hotels
Blythswood Square, Glasgow
“You’d miss the five-star Blythswood Square hotel if you didn’t know where it was. Barely any signs make note of its existence on the pristine green of the same name in the centre of Glasgow.”
Hospes Alicante
“Last week I had the misf-…occasion to go to the Costa Blanca. I know, I don’t know what possessed me either. In many ways I should have known what I was letting myself in for.”
Lime Wood Hotel
“The first thing I did with The Beloved when arriving at Lime Wood was to lose her. This is easier than it sounds…” Alex scampers to Hampshire…
Royal Mansour Marrakech
Before I visited The Royal Mansour Hotel, I thought I was only really interested in old hotels; venerable properties with a real sense of history and perhaps a little faded grandeur.,,
Conrad Hotel Algarve
“I don’t golf. Or is it I don’t play golf? I don’t even know how to describe the fact that I don’t play golf. I don’t putt, I don’t chip, I don’t drive. I don’t even drive cars.”
The Ampersand Hotel London
Being a lover of punctuation, The Ampersand Hotel had me at the name. The squiggly ‘and’ sign makes for an aesthetic logo, printed sporadically throughout..
The Grove Hotel
The Grove hotel in Hertfordshire is so vast that I actually discovered faults in my footwear while negotiating its cavernous interior…
The Magdalen Chapter Exeter
Floating starfish-style in the steaming water on a chilly yet cloudless Easter Sunday, I knew I’d made the right decision… Estella trades her childhood bedroom comforts for a more luxurious hometown stay…
Pavillon de la Reine
“Don’t forget,” I called from the bathroom, mid-shave, “this is Paris. We can’t set foot outside the hotel without looking like we’re stepping onto the catwalk.”
Hotel La Tour Birmingham
I last visited Birmingham for a piece back in the mists of time (well, 2009). It was a city on the cusp of something…’ Alex Larman checks in to the city’s luxury newcomer.
Scandic Front: Copenhagan
It was The Killing’s Sarah Lund, with her exemplary knitwear and sixth sense for scenting out serial killers and political conspiracies, who first made me fall for Copenhagen…