Thanks, NJ, that explains something. One of my earliest memories was of sitting in what must have been a high chair, in the grandest hotel in Blackpool (the Imperial?), one Christmas circa 1950. That I can still remember the service and luxury of it all, the attention paid to the infant me, and the abundance, rather indicates that 5 star hotels were definitely not controlled. My parents had taken Christmas there, I see now, because of that abundance. My mother later told me that one guest had 'bought the bar' one night, paid for every drink of every customer. Not everyone suffered financially in the War; apparently this man had got himself a government contract to supply uniforms or some such.