So next time you’re at Heathrow, skip the fancy lounge. Walk to Bath Road. Check into Premier Inn. Laugh at the wet-room puddles. Eat the black pudding. Grin at the shuttle bus.
This hotel is a moment. It’s a weird, wonderful pause before you zoom 30,000 feet into the air. Embrace the silliness. Life’s too short for serious hotels. Go on, book it. Your future self will thank you—and probably ask for a pillow.
