Hotel Hudson

It’s that mate who after every night out has every man and his dog sniffing gear at his place only to eventually kick them out at the crack of dawn. Thrusting them into a dawning world of birds tweeting and kids going to School. Not to forget the litres of petrol station Stella. If you survive a hotel Hudson you might find yourself repeatedly spending a night.

Fuck me mate just spent a night at hotel Hudson. I’m hanging.