Familiarising yourself with peculiarity is an appropriate measure when spending a weekend at Hotel 88. The location may be quaint but that’s about all that is inside the walls of this dazzling temple of outlandish sophistication.
The boutique hotel proves that over the top is underrated with chequered black and white wallpaper somehow complimenting a zebra print chaise longue in the bar, that incidentally never closes. And just because you’re in the cotswolds, don’t even think about wearing tweed as dressing to impress is the theme and even the walls look Versace!
A feeling of being on acid wont leave you during your stay. Walking up the stairway littered with pop art saw me confronted by a large doll in a glass box that glared spellbindingly into my now childlike eyes. I feel like I’m in an interior designer’s playground and I can’t for the life of me understand why I ever painted my hallway magnolia.
Of course, my bedroom was magnificent. It had a jacuzzi... need I elaborate. Well, perhaps just to say that my bed was like a cloud and the views were enthralling. Not surprising really as the hotel is set within the rolling hills of Painswick, a haunting village with more charm than I could unravel. So after showing my face at the pub I skipped aptly back to the grounds of my new favourite domain and reclined on a florescent leather chair, next to a bronze pin up girl, holding a chandelier, against a wall of metallic stripes.