Blown away by Travelodge
I was at Eddie Izzard’s “Great Expectations” show last week (absolutely brilliant, highly recommended).
In days gone by, I’d likely have rushed out of the theatre to catch the last train home, but I’ve got to the age where that feels much more like trial than adventure, so I booked a hotel room close by and decided to make a “mini break” of it.
Having had some pretty lacklustre hotel experiences recently, I decided to go back to basics and plump for a Travelodge.
They’re not glitzy, they’re not glamorous, but you know what you’re getting, the beds are comfortable, and – obviously – they’re at the more affordable end of the spectrum.
Anyway, I got to the reception, gave them my name, and they tapped one key on the computer, pulled up my booking, and handed over the key.
Job done – the process probably took 20 seconds.