Wallpaper*

It's a sign of how busy I've been -- or, perhaps, of how much I've been enjoying the black stuff -- that I've not managed to blog about this all week. This, dear reader, is the wallpaper in the hotel in which I've been ensconced this merry week. Yes, really. The light switch is there for scale, and to provide scant evidence that, wallpaper aside, the hotel is relatively modern. Indeed, I've been told today that it's a newish establishment, having opened only in the last couple of years. Which rather begs the question: who makes wallpaper like this, in the twenty-first century? More to the point: are they mad?