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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It wasn't the hotel's fault, it was mine...When I was very young, we went on holiday to France. Mother and Father in one room, my Bro and I in another.
I shat in the bidet.
My Mother had to pick it up in loo paper, and run down the corridor to their room to drop it in the loo and flush it away (for some reason, our room didn't have a loo, only a bidet).
(, Fri 18 Jan 2008, 10:11, 2 replies)
...Sounds like the hotel was asking for it, really. What kind of plumber decides that evacuating your bowels is less important than damp buttocks?
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Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 18 Jan 2008, 10:16,
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*CLICKS*The thought of your poor mother running to the bathroom bearing a distinctly unsavoury package and wearing a look of resigned disgust had me falling off my chair.
BTW: A friend was once informed by a French hotellier that "all a Frenchman needs to stay clean is a sink and a bidet". Indeedy, probably explains why both the French chaps I know from the gym take so bloody long under the showers.
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