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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Pulling an EnzymeThere's a response to Kaol's story a couple of posts below this that mentions "pulling an Enzyme" - that is, booking yourself into a brothel.
I sincerely hope that "to pull an Enzyme" enters the vocabulary.
I'm also ashamed - and, simultaneously, a little proud - to admit that the story related on page 2 refers to the second time that I have slept in a brothel without realising it. The first time was on my first trip to Ecuador - the school one. I and my roommates emerged one morning in Cuenca to find the rest of the party packed and in the lobby.
"Hang on," we said. "We aren't leaving already, are we?"
Given that most of the people on the trip were of the female persuasion, an executive decision had been made as soon as the hourly occupancy of most rooms was noticed - in the small hours - that we would leave forthwith.
Pull an Enzyme.
*chuckles to self*
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Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 18 Jan 2008, 12:26,
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*basks in reflected glory*Well, maybe more of a seedy 30w red glow, given the circumstances.
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Cawl, Fri 18 Jan 2008, 12:32,
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