1st Impressions Count FACT ! On approach I noticed the huge ugly steam spewing factory across the road, as we arrived into the parking lot I noticed that directly behind the hotel was another horrendous 80s built and forgotten about factory with the very same name as the one I had just seen, What a great idea, build a Travelodge right in the middle the smell will hit and cling to the building on both sides !! The Entrance to the hotel or doss house it would be more aptly named was dirty, surely mops and buckets dont cost that much in Wembley! You have to pass one of the corridors on your way to Reception, the carpet that runs the length of the corridor had never been introduced to a hoover in its life, Im pretty sure the flee bitten thing is about to walk to the nearest skip by itself. Reception were friendly enough and announced that we should be staying on the 4th floor. So we thanked them for the 60 seconds of their time and allowed them to get back to doing the crossword or whatever it was they were doing before we arrived. As we waited patiently inline for the lift (only 1 of the 2 working, need i bother telling you and I have waited less time at theme parks for the rollercoaster) I noticed that all the other guests in the queue were male, i then realised that they were all workmen and thought it odd that with so many workmen around the place was clearly in such disrepair, (a lick of paint once a decade would certainly be an improvement) however it certainly explained why the carpets were full of cement and dirt from their dirty boots, then i realised as we all trotted along the corridor and many of them staggering that they were in fact guests of the hovel. Trying to keep our spirits up we opened the door to the room took a deep breath, and to my deepest joy and i nearly wept the bed was nice and clean, the bathroom acceptable and oh what luxury there was tea and coffee making facilities. But wait there was a great big hole on the bathroom door that had been patched up by someone whos motto must be "Slap Dash earns the cash" same guy had filled in the many holes in the walls. The ceiling was decorated by what I guess must have been a glass of red wine flung with some abandon upwards and left there to dry in. We dumped our stuff and headed back down stairs to enquire about internet and the nearest petrol station. We were met with a whole flock of work men, who were talking gingerly to their work mates who must have been given the day off and had spent their weeks wages in the pub. We were there for 30 minutes and it was like a YMCA men coming and going, Brining in their Asda shopping(I didnt realise Travelodge has the option of self catering) making phone calls back home to their wives just to keep up the weekly tradition of arguing. Others on their laptops the rest just supping their drinks and staring into their glass. I was the only female I saw the entire time.
We paid 25 pound so we weren't expecting the Ritz, but we didn't want the YMCA either. Oh and did I mention that we had to pay for the parking in the hotels very own car park 5 quid for the pleasure. If I had know what this place was like I would have avoided it like the plague and happily paid more for a nice hotel. Take my advice don't think twice , Dont book here, stay well clear !!!!!! SHUT THIS PLACE DOWN !!
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