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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That's the crazy Dutch for yaThe Dutch are a faecally obsessed nation, they like to examine what comes out of their rear end to check for illness/peanuts/sweetcorn/whatever, hence the shelf. My grandparents and aunties and uncles used to have that type of bog too. Being only half Dutch I appear to have managed to avoid the desire to look at my turds however.
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