At the time of writing the Central has just closed down. In the wee small hours of Monday the 2nd February, as the final night party for Celtic Connections raged in a back room, members of staff were finally alerted to the fact that the Hotel was to finally shut it’s doors.
Guests who had bookings for Monday night were turned away by police and the front doors which had remained open twenty four hours a day seven days a week were locked shut.
Admittedly the hotel was in no shape for custom. The fire exits were blocked and, as the city council had not been paid, all their rubbish was festering in a couple of basement rooms. The rooms were unkempt with paper hanging from the walls and the main corridors had not seen the loving caress of a hoover for a few weeks.
The freaky, supposedly haunted, corridor on floor seven was left unlocked, unlit and uncared for. The suicide room with the crazy drawings on the wall remains intact.
While the people made their way to work around 7am members of a certain French Canadian folk band climbed up a ladder from Floor 7 onto the roof of the hotel and had a snowball fight.
However badly the staff treated us, however bad the beer, no matter how smelly the room or how peeled the wallpaper, even if they ignored such simple rules as fire regulations and basic hygine, I think I will miss the central hotel and it’s nice to know that it’s last night went with a bang!
