Is Ray Davies In Disgrace?

The only disappointment stemming from my talk-fest with Ray Davies concerns his hotel room. It looks just like mine—only messier and perhaps a wee bit more expensive (the view is a helluva lot better but why quibble over details). The 18th floor suite is decorated with a layer of newspapers, magazines and theatre guides, discarded clothes, tapes, a host of empty Coke bottles (has Paul Nelson been here before me?) and white roses are strewn across the premises.