I'm sure I said it before but cos my girlfriend's birthday is out of season we realised that we could stay in a suite on the top floor of the Grand for fuck all cos - although royalty used to stay there - now no fucker does, so you can have a massive three room suite overlooking the channel for buttons.
That glass bit you go in feels super posh, in my head there was a guy in a top hat playing the piano... we were thinking "did this really cost twenty quid a night?" we were so high she didn't even care I left her birthday cake on the train - which I now find unimaginable.