Tom Jones? Henry Fielding? George Orwell? Me?
“Please release me…
from this dystopian hell!”
I had had the misfortune to stay in a number of large hotels – what ‘misfortune’ is that?, you ask – well…
… every time that they allocated me a room, I was given room number one-hundred and one. Spookily, every time. And. Being knowledgeable about George Orwell’s 1984 and all that went on within the novel, I was a little freaked out that it kept on happening.
So, I decided to stay in a smaller hotel the next time so that they wouldn’t have a hundred and one rooms. That should sort it.
I turned up at the Binary Hotel and, upon checking in, I was given the keys to the fifth of their five rooms.