Here’s the thing: I guarantee you that in this suite, people still find things to complain about. “The caviar was slightly too cold.” “The butler’s bow tie was crooked at breakfast.” It’s like the opposite of my Premier Inn experience, where I’m thrilled the shower has hot water.
But honestly? I’m not bitter. (Okay, maybe a little. But let’s move on.) If I had £20k to burn, I’d probably do something boring like pay off my credit card. But if I were a billionaire? You bet I’d book this suite, order a pizza (because I’m classy), and then ask the butler to paint a mural of my face on the ceiling. Just because I could.
So, next time you’re in a budget hotel and the heating rattles, remember: somewhere in Glasgow, someone is sipping a £5,000 bottle of champagne in a bathtub the size of a car. And they probably think the bubbles aren’t big enough.
That’s luxury for you. Expensive, excessive, and honestly... kind of hilarious.
