Big hotels won't notice you unless you creep around reception looking shifty and sweating like an alcoholic at a juice bar. Find out room location (or floor) before you walk in then Waltz through reception like your billy big balls, head for the lifts and bobs your uncle. If you're taking a laptop bag, leave your fucking laptop elsewhere. One of my first punts I had a snickers bar in my jacket pocket when I rocked up. The plan was pootang and then recharge my batteries with a snickers. Got to the lift after the punt and realised it had been kifed. Fucking bitch. £120 wasn't enough for the thieving fucker , she had to have my chocolate, probably when I was in the shower washing my under crackers. Of course it may have just fallen out of my pocket but it did prove a valuable lesson. I only take a ripple with me now or possibly a small pack of minstrels, as I'm not fussed on those and wouldn't be too bothered if said girl nicked them while I'm towelling my arse crack
