Wembley Weekend

That A-Z Review is funny

Book it for an enemy, other than that keep your money
Smelly. Small. Grotty. 3 words best describing this place. There's a lovely looking man-hole cover just outside the front door which leads to the sewers, and I was considering popping that bad boy open and kipping down there for the night when I saw the room. It absolutely stunk of cannabis when we arrived, the room is smaller than one of those tin slum houses you see in third world documentaries, and the sink is really close to the toilet which makes it a bit uncomfortable to have a poo... Fresh skids already in the toilet bowl was the least of my worries; climbing into bed revealed scratchy sheets & a lumpy sexed out mattress, which in turn caused me to have the worst sleep of my life.
There was no soap provided in the room, but in hindsight I don't think there was any form of soap anywhere on the premises. I only noticed this when already in the shower which was a bit annoying, as my left arm fell victim to the shower curtainglass up to my mouth I got a smell that resembled bum holes, and a taste of disappointment and bacteria.
The only positive part of this stay was the bloke on reception, friendly but not the faked retail friendly you get in shops, him and the women in the god awful breakfast room/A to Z Restaurant - so if for some reason you end up there by accident say hi, turn around, run to West Acton tube station (trains only run every half hour or so from Acton Main Line), and don't look back. Maybe grab something from Sainsbury's just over the road to wash the taste of bacteria squash from your mouth though.