Nope this isn't a diatribe on how Trip Advisor has too much power, or not enough. Nor is it a rant on how hotels and bed & breakfast don't have enough of a say on the matter. This is my tale of how I was recently able to use Trip Advisor to my advantage against a rather shoddy shack masquerade as a hotel in London.
Under a fragrant ylang ylang tree, with New Orleans-style jazz tootling in my ears, I tried to make sense of the Southern Hemisphere's constellations, wonderfully bright overhead. There is very little light pollution to disturb your view on a Mauritius beach far out in the middle of the Indian Ocean.
With their vintage threads, vinyl records and penchant for independent coffee shops, hipsters are well known for their discerning tastes. But thanks to the global popularity of this exclusive subculture, hipsters no longer need to settle for a mainstream chain - they can now unpack their skinny jeans in the boutique hotel of their dreams.
Last month, my other half Steve and I travelled to The Cotswolds for a few days to celebrate Steve's birthday. We got the train after work on a Wednesday night and arrived into Kingham just before 8pm, then it was a short 15 minute taxi ride to The Wheatsheaf, which is situated in the small market town of Northleach.
With just days to go until the Brazil World Cup begins, we're all wondering whether England will make it past the group stages and bring the cup home this year. If travel habits provide an indication of the England team's chances, the outlook is hugely positive for Roy's boys. Searches for hotels in Rio have rocketed by 528% for the period of the final, suggesting that Brits are betting on a repeat of England's 1966 World Cup win...