That’s right, it seems I forgot about the stiff upper lip nuptials taking place in Westminster Abbey today. (I blame the chorizo) Since I’ve dropped the royal wedding ball, so to speak, why don’t we make it a Windsor Weekend? In honor of Wills and Kate and all the tacky tat being hawked across the UK right now (don’t forget my tea towel, Róisín!), I’m going to share with you a few of my favorite London bits. Namely that thing Brits do quite unlike anyone else: hotels. Let the honeymoon begin.