Friday night in Guildford on the penultimate weekend before Christmas and the town is definitely buzzing.
At the thick of the action seems to be the Guildford Harbour Hotel (something of a misnomer given that we’re a long way from the seaside), a new build at the top of the High Street with no fewer than 183 bedrooms.
The check-in is chaotic, with my wife complaining that ‘there are children on reception’ and that to wait 30 minutes to receive our piece of plastic is unacceptable.