Sometime in 2003, on a trip to London, I stayed at the Lanesborough Hotel in Jolly London. This hotel is incredible, super fancy, comfortable, quaint, luxurious, and expensive... Along with your room, you get a BUTLER. This Butler handles things, like getting your suit pressed, and whatever else butlers do (I have no clue, I grew up in Detroit).
Anyway, for some reason one night while visiting Tim Westwood at Radio One, we got on the subject of butlers and where I was staying. Hence, a new catchphrase was somehow created...
This went on for some time. It repeated itself at several meetings and radio interviews. Long live Westwood. Long live the butlers!
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