Hotel hell

So I left my too-cute boutique hotel where I spent the first few days in London — and the first few days of that without internet access — and moved into the Landmark, a luxurious hotel where the Online Publishers Association is being held. I’m enjoying the greater space and faster internet and lovely surroundings when I jump out of my chair with horrendous noise from downstairs: a gawdawful bar mitzvah band or some such strikes up at 11:20 at night. I can hear every damned word and feel every damned beat. The front desk is deluged with complaints. But the music won’t stop. At tomorrow’s meeting, I can imagine there’ll be a lot of grumpy media machers.