I’ve been living in this hotel now for 17 months – nearly one and a half years. It is a long time in any language. I must admit now to feeling a little like the Major from Fawlty Towers – part of the hotel’s schedule being set around my patterns. Always a newspaper where I can find it, none of the staff looking for tips anymore (I am, after all, Australian, and we are famous for not tipping), chef comes from the kitchen in the evening and acts as my waiter as well as cooks anything I want. Even the maître d’hôtel moved people from a table last night so that I could sit down.
King of the Castle indeed!