No. Of course I am not joking.
If only I were.
Round and round. Whatever turns him on.
Maybe it’s French irony. Or an example of G French SOH. I cannot tell
I found this report in The Telegraph, which is not known for being flippant in it’s coverage of matters of world import, so I must suspend disbelief:
“For 99 euros a night, visitors to the hotel in Nantes can feast on hamster grain, get a workout by running in a giant wheel and sleep in hay stacks in the suite called the “Hamster Villa”.
It is the latest venture from owners Frederic Tabary and Yann Falquerho, who run a company which rents out unusual venues to adventure-seekers. Both architects, the men designed the room in an 18th century building to resemble the inside of a hamster’s cage.
“The hamster in the world of children is that little cuddly animal. Often, the adults who come here have wanted or did have hamsters when they were small,” said Mr Falquerho, who was dressed as a hamster.
However, the price is soon to go up as today’s hamsters need, according to the owners, Wifi and a giant TV screen.”
What did Jim Windolf say in Vanity Fair about kitsch and cute taking over the world?
That we are overrun with fluffy rodents, just for e.g?
Is this an example of: if you can’t beat them, join them?
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