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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Diamond in the roughAs a birthday treat, my brother decided he would take his girlfriend (now wife) to the glourious city of Manchester for shopping and a short break.
Being skint, as he always is, he had to make the careful balance between quality and price. In the end price won out and they decided to stay at a place which I think was called The Diamond Hotel.
As I was studying up there, I decided I would go pay them a visit. My brothers girlfriend was ever so pleased, especially with the added extras that came with the place, blood stained sheets, mouldy shower curtains and an imposing fence round the joint not dis-similar to that round Wormwood Scrubs. This was one skanky shit hole, as they had spent the whole day out shopping and buying things they couldn't afford, they were forced to get the beers in and spend the night in their scum fuck of a room.
Luckily, I had a get out clause, my other brother, slightly further up the financial chain, was staying in the Lowry Hotel, which is basically where all the famous people who are forced to do stuff in the city stay. I quickly hot footed it over to there to sample a slice of the finer life, and even met some actual real life famous folk, none other than Mick Hucknel of Simply Red fame. On reflection tho, I think I preferred the simply red bed sheets.
(, Fri 18 Jan 2008, 15:51, 1 reply)
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