Conversation

I appear to have once again checked into America's answer to Fawlty Towers. So far, a power cut last night (and no glow sticks were handed out like at TPAC, disappointing), my shower is a dribble and makes a noise like the tortured souls of a hundred lonely business travelers, and my door lock keeps failing and locking me out of my room. The receptionist is now the person I've spoken to most in the past week.