Hilton fan, though I may well appear to be, it was Priceline who, at a very reasonable £45 for the night, selected this hotel for me. Rarely, I was away-from-home-alone at a Meet-and-Greet in London and I'd booked the stay well in advance. The price was exceptional value, and being an Hhonors Gold VIP, I was pleased to have been allocated to the Hilton, even if its location was not entirely convenient for my proposed meeting on the other side of town, in Fleet Street. And, anyway, it's well connected by buses and tubes (ie underground trains), so what the hell? I was a very happy bunny.

A short tube ride brings you to High Street Kensington station. Probably more convenient than the more obviously named "Olympia", but it's only a brisk walk or bus ride to the hotel and - hey - that's what you really wanted to read about. So here goes. Sorry; no baby Josh element here - just the thoughts of a single traveller; rare, from me - but possibly relevant!

Up I went in the lift. Great room. London hotel rooms are small and this wasn't really an exception, although it was certainly big enough for my needs. It was, however, well laid-out and well equipped. The room and bathroom were clean and the bed was very comfortable. Had the infamous 3-year-old Josh (Who, bless his cotton socks, is a bit of a "bull-in-a-china-shop") been there, it might have been less adequate but, given that I was there alone, and looking forward to an afternoon of pretty serious drinking with some new friends followed by a place to simply crash out in some degree of style, it was absolutely fine. I'd very happily stay there again.

I descended down non-functioning escalators to the ground floor and caught a bus to Fleet Street.

I returned. It would have been rude, I think, not to re-visit the Plum Bar, and, when it comes to it, I consider myself to be very polite indeed in that respect. A very pleasant Harvey-Wallbanger later found me alone in my room. Before retiring, however, I remembered that I hadn't ordered a newspaper for the morning. I teetered down to reception to see if it was too late to order one. In a way, it was. Being a member of Hhonors, however, it wasn't. It was delivered promptly the next morning. Hats off!

Time for bed - and a great sleep ensued. Unusually - since it was free, I suppose - I attended breakfast. I don't really "do" breakfast, but the juice, coffee, cereals and toast worked wonders. Those with a less-minimalist approach, however, shouldn't worry. The couple next to me had piled their plates higher than Mount Everest itself with cooked items and could quite happily have gone back for more. I'd never seen a breakfast quite like it and retired to my room to call Sherpa Tensing before checking out, as efficiently as I had checked in.