More Terrible HotelsActually paid to sleep somewhere that turned out to be less compfy, private or clean than the bench in the park outside? Tell us all about it.
Or perhaps you'd like to boast about getting upgraded to a sea-view suite next door to Stevie Wonder, like my colleague keeps doing? Over and over...
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chthonic, Thu 27 Nov 2014, 9:36)
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The Regents Palace Piccadilly Circus I stayed here on a number of occasions before it shut down, the first time being a sixth form drama trip to London when a friend of mine was actually mugged at knife point in his own room after two guys ran in while the door was slowly closing and took his phone and wallet.
You would have thought that would put me off but I always seemed to end up staying there. Pubes on the bed, drunks and junkies passed out in the corridors and in the communal bathrooms, shit covered toilets/showers were some
of the other delights on offer. One Yelp review (since deleted) actually described it "not fit for humans". I accidentally pulled both the wardrobe doors off and rang reception to be told "don't worry it happens all the time". It's redeeming feature was a massive Irish pub that took up most of the ground floor that was open til the early hours for residents unfortunately that also served as the restaurant for breakfast so the place fucking stank of fag smoke, stale beer, B.O and piss.
Although I'm complaining I actually quite miss the place.
(, Sun 30 Nov 2014, 20:40, 2 replies)
Small worldI stayed there too in the late 90's
Stoned men in the womens toilets, a sweet herbals smell wafting through all the floors. But apart from that not bad, and great breakfast in the Irish bar..
(, Mon 1 Dec 2014, 12:10, closed)
Memories of 1977My first programming training, course in Ealing, booked into Regents Palace, arrived on new Honda Goldwing (before they covered them with turds - when it was a tasty bike). Went to the garage on Brewer street to park whilst I got my room. Garage owner asked me what I was doing, he said to put it downstairs next to Ralph Richardson's bike, and to simply give 'the lads' a crate of beer when I was done. Hotel was astonishing for 21 year old lad, hookers outside the lifts on every floor. Soho was 3 places, the Soho of the day, the theatre Soho of the evening, and of course, the Soho of the night.
(, Mon 1 Dec 2014, 12:51, closed)
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