The hamster hotel. Why can't people just lose themselves in heroin like the old days, eh?

HAMSTER_1524575c A few weeks ago, we had a furtive poke around into the weird and unsettling world of the ‘furries’ – grown-up humans who enjoy getting together and fannying around in giant animal costumes.

We were particularly taken with the ‘mood tail’ which flicked and twitched according to directions given by its owner and his/her/its Nintendo Wiimote. Odd stuff.

It gets worse – now there’s a hotel in Paris that has been converted into a man-sized hamster cage. Costing €99 per night (that’s about £88 in real money,) guests can exercise on a huge hamster wheel, eat hamster grain and kip in hay stacks, all hamstery. Mmmm… hamstery.

The whole thing has been set up by Frederic Tabary and Yann Falquerho, one of whom is in the picture (we really couldn’t be bothered to check.) One of them, maybe the other one, said: “The hamster in the world of children is that little cuddly animal. Often, the adults who come here have wanted or did have hamsters when they were small."

Either that or they’re colossal fucking perverts.


  • NobbyB
    Do they sleep in a giant ball of fluff, and crap where they like?
  • Jeffrey A.
    Can they get in a big plastic bag full of coke and then go up Richard Gere's arse?
  • The B.
    Apparently the hamster thing was all a misunderstanding, he had a mole removed from his arse.
  • Remy M.
    "Do they sleep in a giant ball of fluff, and crap where they like?" Don't all French people?

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