On our recent trip to Bournemouth for the comic con, me and Liam were desperately scrambling to find a hotel that had a room for the bank holiday weekend. Needless to say, we were not spoilt for choice.
Liam ended up booking a place called Hotel Celebrity, the weirdest hotel I think I’ve ever heard of (and definitely the most bizarre I’ve stayed in).
The decor of the whole hotel, including the rooms, is themed around celebrities. There’s no particular logic to the celebrities that have been chosen, particularly when it comes to the food menu. David Bowie’s Shepherds Pie anyone?
Upon arriving at the hotel, we were given our keys and left to find our room with some vague instructions to ‘go upstairs’. Luckily, it was fairly easy to find. The Catherine Zeta-Jones room was located next door to the Jude Law room, opposite the Hugh Grant room and just around the corner from the Matt Damon & Ben Affleck room.
Each of the rooms are kitted out with pictures of the celebrity all over the walls (even in the bathroom – CZJ sees all), and a copy of the restaurant menu you see above. Basic tea and coffee making facilities are provided, which is always a plus for me.
The rooms have that budget hotel feel to them – you get what you need, and none of the extras. That was fine though, as we didn’t really plan on spending too much time in the room as we had things to do for the whole weekend.
However, a big bugbear of mine in hotels is poor customer service. On night one of our stay, there was a huge party in the hotel restaurant with over 300 people in attendance and a DJ playing crappy music until gone midnight.
Call me a bore, but I really do love my sleep and was getting quite agitated by 11pm – we had a long day of nerdiness ahead of us the next day after all. So, to find out when the party ended I called the reception. I wasn’t met with any apology for the disturbance, but was told when it was expected to stop.
Fast forward to around 1:30-1:45am. A group of women were stood directly outside our hotel room practically yelling at each other. I get it, they had a few too many drinks and had forgotten basic human manners, but I admit I worked myself into a state because like I said, I love my sleep.
After getting wound up about it, I called down to reception. Again, no apology whatsoever. In their defence, they did get someone sent up very quickly to move the women along so we could go back to sleep. Call me a typical Brit if you will, but for me an apology can go a long way.
Anyway, the next morning after a pretty depressing breakfast spread, we insisted on changing rooms. We had definitely been given one of the worst rooms in the hotel for location, as it was directly above their main function room which was rented out nightly for parties. We got moved to one of the hotel wings which was further out of the way. We were also assured that the party that evening was much less people, and would be much quieter. Still, no apology.
We were moved to none other than the Madonna room – so now we had Madge and her freakishly muscly arms watching our every move.
I definitely did prefer this room – we had a much better night’s sleep than the night before which was well and truly needed. The only real issue with this room (which was also a problem in the CZJ room) was that it was stifling hot all night. There was no air con, so a small desk fan had to do the job.
Overall, there are probably much worse hotels to stay in than Hotel Celebrity. They did manage to sort the main issues we had, and one or two of the staff members were definitely friendlier than the rest. I don’t think it’s the type of place for a couple who love a good night’s kip before a day out, but if you are on a hen or stag, or perhaps just like being awake most of the night then this is the place for you!