My brother’s wife and I spent a weekend in the Savoy, London when their daughter was a baby.

Oh. She is now a teenager!

She and I had great fun. A suite. When the Hotel had all those glorious 1930’s features.

We stayed in the Bar until after midnight, surrounded by photos of previous guests. Marlene, Garbo, Chaplin, Oscar, Coward etc.

When me and he went for a New Year Revel a few years later…the place had been bought by a new owner and renovated.

Not a suite. A room so small that the bed was an arm’s length away from the wall each side. We waited three hours for our luggage to arrive. Someone complained. LOUDLY and in Public. Not me.

Next day we were moved to a suite. Over looking the London Eye. With our own personal butler. The SAME little butler that appears in this show.

Like that would make us shut up!!! The bath was so freaking small that when I laid down properly, my feet were half way up the wall.

We left them a gift in the bin. Burger King Wrappers. Well. We are peasants, after all!