Sneak Peek at Boutique Hostel in London

Extract from

June 2012

Do you ever feel awkward?  Slightly out of place?

Well, I do, because after viewing photographs of a hostel that HostelBookers has coordinated for next Monday I am now squirming.

I mean, look at it.  I’m the kind of woman who drinks straight from the beer bottle, rarely a glass.  I enjoy eating with my hands.  Smacking my lips noisily.  Walk straight through that puddle so the backs of my legs resemble a Jackson Pollock painting.

Uncouth, if you will.

The word ’boutique’ makes me picture glossy, well-shellacked gorgeousity sipping Grey Goose martinis from crystal glasses, imported from Italy.  Certainly not I, clad in H&M with loose threads hanging from my sleeves.

While I’m looking forward to my stay at Swiss Cottage Boutique Hostel, I’ll cower in wait for them to turn to me and ask me to leave, that there’s been some grave mistake.

Here’s the exit, sister.  Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out.

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