And so here we are.
Back in the Premier Inn, a place where dreams come true. It was here that De Mambo was conceived, born and then beaten when it misbehaved.
We’ve recently finished a short stint at Playhubs in Somerset House, as we very luckily won office space for a few months. It really was remarkable and we’ve learnt a lot, but for us nothing beats the lobby of a Premier Inn. Working here is really great as you’re constantly inspired. There’s an influx of different people here everyday, which is partly to do with Heathrow Airport location.
But, we are not the only operation being run here: there is another. A multi-level marketing company happens to also frequent our Inn, constantly offering us ways to make money that is surely legal… As much as these annoyingly birdbrained stooges irritate us, they invaluably provide much inspiration—as who doesn’t need the sight of brainwashed humans scuttling around like cockroaches to help remind one of their own sanity?
The staff at Costa though, are a nice contrast to this. At first there was a bit of a bit of dissonance between us, but after the first couple of months they warmed to our sizzling hobo-ish charm. They give us words of support from time to time and have once even called us family.
We have to battle for booth space daily and if we’re not strong enough to conquer one, are forever banished to the restaurant area where loud music and drunken antics take place. Sometimes it’s a challenge to work here, but as a wise man once said, “If challenge had a taste, you’d be quite delicious”.
Yes, the Inn became our place of work not by choice, but through necessity. It’s close to where we live, free and has perfect temperature… and did I mention it’s free? Working in the heart of London was spectacular, but that’s not who we are. We embrace stupidity, and nothing is quite as stupid as the making of a game in a hotel lobby.