Let me set the scene for you: you've planned the outfits (three versions, obviously), found the best drag night in the city, and then, just as you're about to hit “confirm” on your hotel booking, you freeze. Because sometimes, the hotel that looks great online turns out to be about as welcoming as a raised eyebrow. In the breakfast room it feels, somehow, as though everyone thought you'd sat at the wrong table.
I’m thrilled to report that Liverpool’s hotel scene doesn’t make you feel like that at all.
