The Rey don Jaime hotel or Ron Jeremy hotel as it became known after the porn star, was not so much of a hotel as a hostel.  But what do you expect for pittance.  The reception staff didn't raise a smile in all our stay, but when one looked like off-duty Santa and the other looked like Lurch from the Adam's family, you can understand that they had some problems of their own to contend with in life first.  With beds more like camp beds and mattresses but a whole inch thick, clearly not much sleep was going to be had for the few hours we were even back there each night.  Such was the discomfort, Hero and Electro Kid were found in the communal lounge some days sleeping on the settees, much to the 'tutting' disappointment of other guests.  So we gave the hotel a quick 60 minute makeover with cards, stickers and two giant Clubflat banners to make it feel more like home.  When Simona from the stag company picked us up one day and cheerily asked "How is the hotel", Quim's simplistic honest answer had us all in stitches... "It's a f**king dump".  Quality.