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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Whitby GuesthouseWhen I was a young slip of a lad(about 7 0r 8 years old) my parents decided that our family summer holiday should consist of travelling down the East coast of England. This included a stop in the in/famous fishing town of whitby. After searching in the wind and rain for a b&b we eventually stumbled on one. The owner was a weird looking woman who didnt look too disimilar to Hyasinth Boucet (spelling is shite, I know). She told us that us kiddies should not jump on the beds as in the dining room in the cellar there was a chandaleer. When we woke in the morning we rushed down 2 breakfast to discover that this chandaleer was actually a cut glass lampshade.
(, Fri 18 Jan 2008, 12:27, Reply)
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