Julie Burchill

Hotels are good for the soul

Why would anyone choose Airbnb?

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I love hotels. Growing up, my family never stayed in them (we were poor but we were honest, M’Lud). Instead we went to Butlin’s, sharing a tiny ‘chalet’, or we stayed at bed and breakfasts; private lodgings where you got exactly those two things but had to be out and about during the daylight hours – come hell, high water or hailstones. For those too young to have experienced them, a B&B is basically the exact opposite of an Airbnb, where you’re allowed to stay in every single moment of every day you’ve hired it for, if that’s what turns you on. I’ve only stayed in one Airbnb, which was a houseboat in Amsterdam; I love boats and I love Amsterdam (or I did, before it went mad), but I never wanted to repeat the experience, because – hotels.

If you can afford to travel to someone else’s country, you can afford to do the decent thing and stay in one of their hotels

I first stayed in one, in Liverpool, when I became a teenage music hack, and it was as much as I could do to drag myself out to see the Ramones, so entranced was I gazing for the first time upon toilet paper folded to a perfect point.

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