Some people hate them, or say they do. But I love hotels and hotel life, and the servility with which one is treated. It appeals to the monarch in me. For the past few work-days I’ve had to settle for the austere Dartford Travelodge, but now I’ve been promoted to the rather more agreeable Hilton with its Odeon-sofa-ed bedrooms and tasteful reproduction Deco desk and bed.… READ MORE.... …