I’m taking on the Hilton through its breakfast buffet

‘Have you ever eaten breakfast at the Hilton before?’ shouted the woman on the door of the restaurant, as a guest attempted to gain entry.

She told me I could help myself to coffee and I said I would, because I had

As he mumbled something, she shouted: ‘And how are you this morning?’ He mumbled something else, and looked scared. I was already sitting down, having dodged the Cerberus of the breakfast bar because, when I entered, she had been marching around the diners shouting, ‘Anything else? More coffee? No?’ and I managed to help myself to what I wanted from the buffet and choose a table.

This did not go down well. When she worked out that I had breached her barriers, she marched up and shouted: ‘Room number!’ I told her I thought it was 523, but I couldn’t be sure. Who can remember their room number when they’ve only got the key card and not that little bit of paper that comes with it, which loses itself immediately?

She harrumphed and told me I could sit where I was sitting.