On a recent trip to Manchester I stayed in a pretty decent hotel in the city centre. I don’t know what it is about hotels but although they are full of life during the daytime, as soon as darkness falls they somehow become lonely eerie places. Of course my mind instantly turns to Stephen King’s The Shining. Walking the corridors, with just the sound of your own footfalls to ease the silence, past the groaning, rumbling elevator shafts and endless rows of identical doors on either side. Perhaps it is just me but my nerves seem on edge and as I pass each door I half expect someone to jump out and shout “Here’s Johnny!”
Upon entering my room I switched on the lights and made sure the curtains were closed before I got undressed ready for my shower. It wasn’t until I came out of the bathroom wearing just a towel that I noticed the curtains were just voiles, which in the light of the hotel room looked opaque but clearly those in the huge tower block on the other side of the road would have seen me, completely obviously wandering around my room naked like a fish swimming around in its bowl. And that’s when I thought of Hitchcock’s classic – Rear Window!