Of course not, that's so mainstream celebrity (actors, supermodels and other such).
This is a hotel for wrecking the bathroom by putting sticks of dynamite down the bog!
The leather one with the dynamite in the pocket.
Iron Maiden's management and nightclub owner Mark Fuller are poised to cut the ribbon on the £6.5m Sanctum Soho Hotel - a 30-room London sanctuary for rock stars boasting paparazzi-busting security operatives, receptionists clad entirely in black and minibars cunningly housed in speaker stacks. According to the Sunday Times, …
I'm sure the licencing laws down south don't cover this?
But it really begs the question of do they actually wish to increase the chances of a TV being flung out the window? Or perhaps watching a reinactment of an infamous Taxi hijacking by a very drunk Ozzy and Bruce Dickinson?
Either way... when can i check in?
"So baaaaad you'll never want to leave."
(c) 2009 Copyright Luther Blissett. The Author asserts his moral right to be identified as the author of this slogan.
Now get with the moolah, guys. We all wanna party right.
I take it you'll be thinking like some kinda franchise soon?
I worked in an office next door at no.22 Warwick Street. The (understandable) continual vibrations from construction were both an iritation and sometimes quite stimulating(!)
We did come into work one day to find a large crack/hole in the wall. I had presumed this was from construction work (as did the builders who came and apologised and repaired it, but perhaps it was Dickinson hurling a TV after all?
BTW if the flouncing loud-mouthed cock who marches around outside "The Club" on the ground floor at no.22 is reading this - nobody's impressed by your shouting you tatty-jeaned/smart-jacketed twat.
When IT was fun, I used to stay in the Paramount in New York on my regular trips. It was great, Comme des Garcons clad hotel staff, amazing totty, cocaine fueled drug binges (for others, allegedly).
Made up for spending my day trying to sort out HDLC datalink interfaces at JP Morgan.
(Tried staying in the Royalton once. Real log fires in the rooms. Too snotty though, and accounts banned us from staying there after they got the USD350/night bill. The Paramount came in cheaper than shiteholes like the Marriott, so that was fine with the beancounters).
These modern flat panels are a pain in the arse. Not only are they a bastard to get off the wall (where's the screwdriver? No, I can't lever it off with a cricket bat... $%^&!) but they're so light most safety glazing just bounces the thing back in the room. If you're drunk enough you can't tell which is the window and which is the TV anyway, especially with the screensaver on.
I've stayed in the Mondrian in LA, that's an all-white hotel (arf arf) - so could this new one be the antimatter version of there?
Paris, cos she popped in while I was drinking champagne by the pool