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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I got the Atlantic City blues...I'm not pouring wrath on Atlantic City. I'm really not.
Okay, yes, I am. It's a complete shithole, and my only defence is that it wasn't my decision to go there.
However, go there we did, and since it was a spur of the moment decision (I reiterate: NOT MINE) my then-fiance and I ended up hoofing it, looking for a place to stay.
We found a motel (it had to be a motel; there were no guard towers or bars on the windows) and were shown to a room. I did a spot check, wandered into the bathroom, lifted the lid of the bog and turned a rather fetching shade of pale green. It was swimming, brimming and other words ending in "-imming" with yellow diarrhoea.
I staggered back out of the bathroom and very weakly asked for a new room, which we were duly afforded. In truth, it wasn't much better, but at least the toilet didn't look as though Ewan McGregor had just been on it.
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