Hotel SplendidoEnzyme writes, "what about awful hotels, B&Bs, or friends' houses where you've had no choice but to stay the night?"
What, the place in Oxford that had the mattresses encased in plastic (crinkly noises all night), the place in Blackpool where the night manager would drum to the music on his ipod on the corridor walls as he did his rounds, or the place in Lancaster where the two single beds(!) collapsed through metal fatigue?
Add your crappy hotel experiences to our list.
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chthonic, Thu 17 Jan 2008, 16:05)
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The HorrorNot a hotel or BB, but in fact my brother in law's house. We had been to a family wedding with every intention of getting a cab home (at a cost of about 50 quid) but after a skinful of booze it seemed easier to stay at BIL's house. More money to spend on alcohol!
The room he put us in used to be the garage, which he was in the process of converting into a bedroom for his daughter. He had not at this stage got round to installing any working heating (and it was a very cold night in January), the "bed" was a slightly damp mattress on the floor, and there were no bedclothes so we had to sleep under our coats.
The true horror of this scenario? I found the best way to get warm was to snuggle up to my fortunately very flatulent husband, and treat his foul boozey arse gas as a sort of fan heater.
(, Fri 18 Jan 2008, 9:28, Reply)
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