One Hundred and Fifty Eight

Raddison Hotel, Liverpool

I love hotels. Two star, Five star, who cares. The swift art of smooth-talking is deployed ever so naturally after two years of spending weekends busting into hotels all over. The confidence levels have shot up sky-high, but firmly lie between the lines. Overconfidence is a nasty bug, an easy habit to fall into. Concierge, beats any game, except perhaps Twister...