"Oh how yawn?" You're already thinking, "Poor him, in his boutique room with desert view. Poor him with his two buffets a day and his infinity pool -
I bet he's gonna whinge about something poncey that he hadn't even heard of three months ago, like 'evening service'. He's gonna moan that they draw his curtains whilst there's still two hours of sunlight, or balance a glass precariously on the corner of the table between the bed and the lightswitch, or that they always tuck his duvet under his mattress or that housekeeping call at 8am on the weekend. What a loser. He's changed since he's been out there."
But you're wrong, I'm not going to mention any of that. So there.
Although if anyone does know why they insist or replacing the plug in the bath so that by the end of my shower I'm standing in ankle deep water I'd be pleased to find out. The plug's currently hidden... shhhh.
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Currently listening to Angel Haze - Altered Ego Mixtape
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