I’m both pleased and saddened to see my and my friend Tom’s New York hostel of choice has been renovated. Saddened because it’s bound to have lost some of its weird charm - instead of dorms, it has strange two-person rooms made out of plywood strung together in corridors - and will no doubt be more expensive. Pleased because in fairness, the last time I was there I do remember thinking ‘bohemia and all that, but seriously, this place is getting pretty gross.’