A darkened corner of a hotel bar. A shiny shoe-tip poking out. A nod when a fresh gin is delivered. This is The Vulture, the anonymous hotel industry insider.
Prepared to talk to anyone who can lead them to the essence of hotels, The Vulture is there when you least expect it, and still there after you’ve gone. Getting under the covers of the hotel sector and checking down the back of the headboard for the bits the maid missed. No prisoners. No favours. No loyalty programmes.
