So I knew this wouldn’t make me entirely popular. All I can say is that I did not embellish or overstate a single item: it really was this bad. I ran out of words, otherwise I might have mentioned the mulligatawny that came in a stainless steel flask with a band of tartan paper badly glued along the bottle for … I dunno? Verisimilitude? Or the handful of other diners, mostly solitary chaps who we took paranoidly to be bloggers or reviewers, overlooking the fact they were simply hotel guests without the time or gumption to go elsewhere.
The menopausal hordes of GW fans on twitter unleashed their wrath. My favourite signed off with the immortal line (her caps): DESPICABLE BYE BYE. I feel like forever signing off thus myself.
I have never had so many DMs in my life, mostly from people in the industry giving variations on ‘go you, he had it coming’. Seems like Greggy ain’t that popular amongst his, erm, peers. Oh, the stories I could now tell…
And gosh: a mention in Simon Hoggart’s column as a result: http://www.guardian.co.uk/theguardian/2012/mar/23/simon-hoggarts-week-reggie-news Shame he has to refer to Metro in typically reductive fashion as a ‘freesheet’, but we can’t have everything, eh?