Where to start? Pathetic breakfasts featuring burnt (two mornings in a row) croissants, orange juice served in a minuscule glass fit to serve a single shot of whisky in, and little more (no refill possible with what was provided on the table). Spartan would summarise the breakfast, when being nice. Next to the common area where the shared TV lounge... More
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