It was a reasonably swanky place in Westminster with a nice view of Parliament, but had clearly been designed and decorated by one of the final five Cylons. Black furniture, red lighting, sharp clean lines... when I walked down the hallway in the morning I expected to hear the stomp stomp of Cylon centurions patrolling the corridors. I probably stared at the staff a bit too much, but I was just checking how many models were working at the hotel.
And the waiting staff at the awards dinner I attended there were all dressed like ninjas. It was a bizarre overnight stay. So say we all.
|Pic: one of my BSG badges|