My memories of High Street Hostel are hazy, but good.
For a start I was blazing drunk when I staggered in here at three in the morning. I had been working at T in the Park all weekend and found out that there were in fact no Citylink buses going back to the 'Gow. So along with a girl I'd met at the weekend and some young drunken recruit we found lost on Princes St, we three went in search of a bed.
Let me tell you, I could've cried I was so sleepy. So that mattress could've been made from metal and it would still have been the greatest sleep I've ever had. But regardless of the bizarre circumstance and my bleary, blootered state I still noticed how fun the place was. For a start, when we staggered in at sunrise the guy at reception was dancing to Kajagoogoo and other obscure 80s one hit wonders such as Love and Pride, followed by a portion of Duran Duran. He was spinning around like Kylie and barely noticed us, but was very excitable when he saw us. He led us to our rooms and had so much enthusiasm at that time in the morning that I felt like I was in Wonderland, or someone had spiked my drink and I was hallucinating.
The 80s dancing dude gets an instant 4 stars, but I noticed that the hostel was clean, had lots of facilities and the dorms were very spacious. It was also cheap enough (15 pounds for a night) especially being so centrally located. For people further afield, this place is a dream. Americans would cream themselves - it's got windy staircases, low ceilings and looks like an annexe of Hogwarts. Because there are so many buildings like that in the UK some Brits can be harder to impress than people who don't have these wee magical coves, but I appreciate that the building is over 400 years old and carries a musty smell while also being very tidy.
Weary, drenched and drunk, coming here was an accident but was a memorable start to a mad birthday! read more