Hotel St. Lawrence, Luton
Fuck it, name 'em I say.

A few months ago I had the honour of staying in room 117 at this place. This is the corner room on the first floor....above the bar. Right above the bar in fact, which was open on that night until gone midnight. It's a good thing I had some DVDs with me, to slap on the in-room telly and drown out the fucking racket from downstairs until such time as the local populace took their leave and fucked off home at 1am, meaning I could get some kip. This is of course after having forayed out to find something to eat and ended up with base junk food because there is Fuck All in Luton worth eating EXCEPT for one curry place a colleague introduced me to, after this evening alas. So, 1am, and asleep, finally.

Until 5am. Because this hotel is on a junction, and this room literally overlooks the traffic lights of same - and has old school sash windows with all the sonic insulation properties of a paper bag, which means after four hours' fitful sleep I get awoken by some bastard in an eighteen wheeler waiting at the lights.

In fairness breakfast was OK but didn't make up for the fact that I had got half my usual amount of sleep and was rigorously knackered for the next day. Even a half decent shower made barely a dent in my weariness.

It is for this reason that I recommend against staying there to any work colleagues, even to the point of 'you'd be better off driving two hours each way to wherever because that's the amount of sleep you'll lose'.

Note: libel is a law against telling lies. Everything written here is fact and 100% true.
( Fathter Puddytat Kill Kill dat widdle boid is mine on, Mon 21 Jan 2008, 10:24, 1 reply)

Don't take it out on the hotel
Luton is a shit-hole. That hotel sounds shockingly nice considering it's in a filthy, chav-filled hell-hole. Just be glad you weren't robbed or stabbed...
( greedyostrich Cheese is evil! Cheddar is VOODOO!, Mon 21 Jan 2008, 11:26, closed)