The Premier Inn Newbury Town Centre is the hotel equivalent of a dependable friend who always pays for the first round. It’s not glamorous—no, you won’t find a rooftop pool or a celebrity sighting—but it’s reliable. You’ll sleep like a log, eat like a king (of cheap sausages), and leave with a weird sense of affection for that purple carpet.
So next time you’re in Newbury, book it. And if you see me at breakfast, save me the last hash brown. I’ll owe you a pint at the Wetherspoons around the corner.
