A little quirk of mine is that I have always loved holiday resorts. Something for everyone, all in one place. All of us sharing the same focus: to have fun and enjoy ourselves.
I know they’re not considered chic, and it’s much more glamorous to rent a villa with friends. But I don’t really like going on holiday with other people, they’re too irritating. Nothing makes me happier than a hotel. And a resort? Best of all. I love them for their pure unadulterated holiday-themed escapism. I get enough real life from my daily walk across the A40 to North Acton Tube station; the last thing I want is it lunging itself into my holidays, too.
