21:25pm - Have been here for about half an hour. The young blonde at reception seemed pissed off with me for disrupting her flirtage with emo kitchen boy. Despite the room being paid for, had to debit fifty squids onto my card. Possibly will get refunded in the morning. 21:28pm - Still writing this post. Didn’t bother arguing with blonde receptionist. Just wanted to go straight up to my room. Why was she still asking me questions? Can’t she just fuck off? 21:29pm - Listening to Queen ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ though I’m not having a good time. 21:30pm - My hotel room was tiny and had no mini bar! Rubbish. Shower looked good. 21:35pm - Had to move from my spot in the bar as a huge wedding party stormed in. Started chatting to a friendly Irish lady. Got mistaken for part of the family. I’m beginning to fear that I may end up staying...
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