Hotel Splendido
Enzyme 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?
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( , Thu 17 Jan 2008, 16:05)
Enzyme 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.
( , Thu 17 Jan 2008, 16:05)
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I shudder when I think about this...
...especially as the person involved can actually switch on a computer and worse, is probably stalking me and reading this.
Met guy when drunk. Friend of friend of friend. Bit younger than me. Decided to meet up with him a couple of weeks later. Thought it'd be okay as he lived with his mum. Turns out his mum had abandoned him and his 16 year old brother in what can only be described as complete squalor while she moved to Wales to be with her new bloke.
The house... the house was literally shin-deep in crud. It would have taken a shovel and/or a digger to shift it out by the barrow load. The smell... oh dear god the smell... you couldn't put your foot down as there was no surface, just dirt, rubbish and objects. Environmental Health officers would weep. Coyotes would refuse to go near it. It was like wading through a landfill site. And it was so damp it was practically raining indoors.
I had to stay there as I didn't have a bus ticket 'til the next day and I'm too polite to actually complain. I refused to take off my clothes (unusual for me) and I lay down to try to sleep and opened my eyes to find his 16 year old brother watching me. I tried not to boke as I crunched my way to the bathroom to pee.
I wish there was a happy ending; there isn't. On the way to the bus station the next day he told me he had a gun and had shot someone. I called him a stupid fucker and legged it to the bus. He stalked me by text and email. The last I heard from him he told me his best female friend had been murdered in China in a martial art fight - hmmm, strange that when I googled it the only person ever with that name was a computer game character.
I remain, to this day, very, very scared.
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 11:56, 3 replies)
...especially as the person involved can actually switch on a computer and worse, is probably stalking me and reading this.
Met guy when drunk. Friend of friend of friend. Bit younger than me. Decided to meet up with him a couple of weeks later. Thought it'd be okay as he lived with his mum. Turns out his mum had abandoned him and his 16 year old brother in what can only be described as complete squalor while she moved to Wales to be with her new bloke.
The house... the house was literally shin-deep in crud. It would have taken a shovel and/or a digger to shift it out by the barrow load. The smell... oh dear god the smell... you couldn't put your foot down as there was no surface, just dirt, rubbish and objects. Environmental Health officers would weep. Coyotes would refuse to go near it. It was like wading through a landfill site. And it was so damp it was practically raining indoors.
I had to stay there as I didn't have a bus ticket 'til the next day and I'm too polite to actually complain. I refused to take off my clothes (unusual for me) and I lay down to try to sleep and opened my eyes to find his 16 year old brother watching me. I tried not to boke as I crunched my way to the bathroom to pee.
I wish there was a happy ending; there isn't. On the way to the bus station the next day he told me he had a gun and had shot someone. I called him a stupid fucker and legged it to the bus. He stalked me by text and email. The last I heard from him he told me his best female friend had been murdered in China in a martial art fight - hmmm, strange that when I googled it the only person ever with that name was a computer game character.
I remain, to this day, very, very scared.
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 11:56, 3 replies)
Eeeeewww
I feel slightly contaminated simply from having read that...
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 12:02, closed)
I feel slightly contaminated simply from having read that...
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 12:02, closed)
I'm too polite for my own good
Any normal person would have simply said "Bye. No way am I staying here," but I was an impoverished student and I'm always terrified of hurting peoples' feelings so I actually pretended it was normal for someone to live in conditions so vile they'd make a womble cry.
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 12:10, closed)
Any normal person would have simply said "Bye. No way am I staying here," but I was an impoverished student and I'm always terrified of hurting peoples' feelings so I actually pretended it was normal for someone to live in conditions so vile they'd make a womble cry.
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 12:10, closed)
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