Honestly, I am calling out every single person who gave this place a "decent" review. I, myself, have never been to prison before, but boy will I be humbled enough to find it live-able if I ever go, since I've already experienced the worst. Let's put it this way- I work for a Homeless organization that places the homeless in housing and I wouldn't even give them shelter here if I could.
I was going to the Bruno Mars concert in Birmingham and wouldn't make the last train back to London so decided to try to find a hotel. Bruno, your concert was awesome, but "F" you for making Hatters the ONLY available place to sleep that night.... (literally, every single place was booked).
"Why are you going to this sh*thole?," said my taxi driver when I told him the address. "You are better off sleeping in a bush." That seems crazy! (I thought). But now, I realize that curling up in bush on a cold night using a branch as a pillow and a leaf as a blanket would be far more luxurious than my sleep at Hatters.
When I got shown my room, (I mean, box) the only thing that came to mind was "50 shades of grey." And no, not the kinky film (obvs), but the drab color that covered the walls, carpet and beds. There was NO light, no window, no life. I politely asked to move into a different room since I believe I am a good human being and didn't feel like I did something wrong in life to be in this room. (Kudos to the other 2 people that stayed in that room, God bless you).
The "nicer" room was fine ("fine" meaning it still felt like I was sleeping on the set of Orange is the New Black- minus the colorful outfits and fun bunk mates). Oh, speaking of bunk mates....
I was woken up at 3am by a SCREAMING older woman (oh, hey new roomie!) who literally almost climbed into bed with me she was so close to my face yelling at me in Chinese because "I stole her bed." P.S.- I was fast alseep in MY assigned bed so not sure what the deal was and let's be honest, no one stole "the master bedroom" here... The screaming went on for about an hour. All I wanted was a descent night sleep (under the circumstances) with my cardboard bed and pillow made of tissue.
Gotta say, the staff was great- very accommodating, cool, helped calm down the screaming lady, etc... Can't say anything bad about them. But when your bare feet hit the bathroom floor and it feels like you may have gotten frostbite from the ice cold floor, something has to be said.
So in conclusion, if you have self respect, standards or need a working back for something, don't stay here. If it's a money thing, starve yourself for a few meals and put that money towards somewhere else. If you like role playing (who doesn't like feeling like a character from Prison Break?!) then yes, stay here. read more