Hostel.....
I was visiting the rellies in Scotland earlier this year and had popped round to see my newlywed cousin and her husband.

After a few rounds of scottish hospitality I need to go to the loo....unfortunately there was a queue so I was told I could use the 'outisde one'

Now my cousins new husband is affectionately known as 'The Butcher' because:

A) He has very very scarey eyes

and

B) He used to work in an abbatoir.

Now 'The Butcher' says to me 'There may be a few feather on the floor, dont worry about it'

So off I go to the outisde loo, it's bloody cold outside so my bladder is shrinking at an exponential rate as I walk up to the loo I open the door.....

OMFGWTF!

Not only were there a 'few feathers' there was blood on the floor and a great big rusty hook hanging from the ceiling!

Like a scene out of Hostel it was!

Plus the light didnt work so I had to leave the door partially open or I would have caught my eyes on the hook....

When I had finished (thank the lord it was only a piss cos I was not sitting in there for a shit I can tell you!) and moved my feet they were sticky with the blood on the floor.

I get's back in the house and i'm asked 'Are you alright, you look a wee bit pale?'

'kin right I do, i've just survived the scottish version of Hostel....next time i'll hold it in.
(Lip Up Fatty Fatty Reggae still loves BBQ food on, Tue 12 Aug 2008, 13:50, Reply)