The Daily WTF: The Hotel Owner Who Replaced Bedside Bibles With Fifty Shades Of Grey Is Our New Hero

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The Daily WTF  The Hotel Owner Who Replaced Bedside Bibles With Fifty Shades Of Grey Is Our New Hero fifty hotel 640x522 jpgThe next time I’m in the UK, I’m taking a special field trip to the Lake District, just to visit the Damson Dene Hotel and shake owner Jonathan Denby‘s hand. Why? Because this brilliant man decided he’d have a laugh and replace all of the rooms’ standard Gideon Bibles with copies of Fifty Shades of Grey.

This is just the greatest. Because who even remembers that there’s a Bible in her bedside table, let alone pulls it out to leaf through? It’s an outdated tradition that’s more joke than anything else, so really Denby is being awfully pragmatic by giving traveling women proper reading material. (I feel like you never read good books on vacation, it’s always bad chick lit or mommy porn.) In a blog post, he explains his reasoning:

Tonight millions of women will be curling up in bed with a good book and you can bet your life it won’t be the Bible. More likely than not it will be Fifty Shades of Grey. I haven’t read the book yet – I’m not in the target audience – but I’m told it’s a ripping good yarn and everyone who’s in the target audience loves it. This made me wonder about the sense of providing a book, the Gideon Bible which no-one reads, and many dislike, in the bedside cabinet of our hotel bedrooms, instead of a book which everyone wants to read, such as Fifty Shades of Grey.

To clarify, that’s his partner in crime, manager Wayne Bartholomew, who from the looks of it is considering getting his own copy to put at the hotel front desk. Although that would be a sight, considering that Denby spared one Gideon Bible and put it at the front desk. In case some really religious person reads the riding crop scene and then feels the need to guiltily reread the Beatitudes or whatnot.

Of course, not everyone shares my admiration for this man. The local vicar has protested the sinful trade, claiming it’s just a marketing gimmick for the hotel. Note that his name is Rev. Michael Woodcock. Hee. Yes, I’m twelve.

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