All that glitters at the W Hotel, Leicester Square

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I had the pleasure of spending this morning at the swanky W Hotel in Leicester
Square.

Without giving too much away, I was put through my paces for a couple of hours in their gym (very impressive) by two personal trainers while being snapped by a photographer - keep your eye on the Daily Express and all will be revealed.

Suffice to say I ended up very sweaty in my slightly camp blue sports vest and running shorts.

Anyway, the subject of this blog entry is not so much my humiliation in the name of health and fitness writing, but the brilliant decor of the hotel.

As smart hotels go, this was one of the better ones I have come across in my time.

I also came across this curious spangly structure in the hotel lobby.




It seemed campery was indeed the order of the day, as this was not the silver sparkliness I came across.


Glittering baubles and disco balls were lurking around most corners of this multi-star establishment.


Anyway thanks to the W Hotel, Leicester Square, for your hospitality this morning, including the private shower room, which beat any council gym I have been in to date.


And for giving me a subject to blog about this evening, a celebration of everything that’s silver and sparkles.

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