Hotel Splendido
Enzyme 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?
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( , Thu 17 Jan 2008, 16:05)
Enzyme 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.
( , Thu 17 Jan 2008, 16:05)
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...Without fail block hotel toilets. Soft flush. Why!? WHY?! You fill the whole bowl within a second or so.
Best one ever though is a visit to Newcastle last March (funnily enough I now live there). Mate's bday, big piss up. Travelodge just down from Monument. We go out for a curry, hit the town, head back in the small hours. Mate has a smoking room (and I smoke), in the elevator I get off at my floor rather than go up to their room. I have the intense urge to unleash the anal fury. Everyone sort of looks at me (I smoke a lot, they thought it was unusual). Stumble to my room (mate who was sharing went with the rest of them), drop my kegs, hit the seat - die a little. I have never felt the sting like that. Once again - soft flush. I had to flush during. Then again. And again. The smell that filled the bathroom was so powerful I was gagging - and we all know we can handle our own quite well. Finally, the torture over, sympathising with male rape victims rather than laughing, I stumble out of the bathroom. Room smells the same as the bathroom. Uh-oh. Open window. Leave room to go to 'smoke-room' - meet mate halfway to elevator holding his noise and complaining about the smell. Me: "Sorry. Erm, don't think the prawns in that curry were cooked properly..." Him: "What?! THIS IS YOU?! I am NOT going in there! You can smell it as soon as you walk out of the elevator!" Needless to say we spent considerable amount of time in the 'smoke-room' - only to find that 2 hours later the corridor still stank, our friends in the room opposite us had kept on-gagging, complained to Reception - and were moved rooms!
Apologies to all who may have been on the floor.
Length? Volume is the importance.
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 19:52, 1 reply)
...Without fail block hotel toilets. Soft flush. Why!? WHY?! You fill the whole bowl within a second or so.
Best one ever though is a visit to Newcastle last March (funnily enough I now live there). Mate's bday, big piss up. Travelodge just down from Monument. We go out for a curry, hit the town, head back in the small hours. Mate has a smoking room (and I smoke), in the elevator I get off at my floor rather than go up to their room. I have the intense urge to unleash the anal fury. Everyone sort of looks at me (I smoke a lot, they thought it was unusual). Stumble to my room (mate who was sharing went with the rest of them), drop my kegs, hit the seat - die a little. I have never felt the sting like that. Once again - soft flush. I had to flush during. Then again. And again. The smell that filled the bathroom was so powerful I was gagging - and we all know we can handle our own quite well. Finally, the torture over, sympathising with male rape victims rather than laughing, I stumble out of the bathroom. Room smells the same as the bathroom. Uh-oh. Open window. Leave room to go to 'smoke-room' - meet mate halfway to elevator holding his noise and complaining about the smell. Me: "Sorry. Erm, don't think the prawns in that curry were cooked properly..." Him: "What?! THIS IS YOU?! I am NOT going in there! You can smell it as soon as you walk out of the elevator!" Needless to say we spent considerable amount of time in the 'smoke-room' - only to find that 2 hours later the corridor still stank, our friends in the room opposite us had kept on-gagging, complained to Reception - and were moved rooms!
Apologies to all who may have been on the floor.
Length? Volume is the importance.
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 19:52, 1 reply)
You should see a doctor.
You don't sound (smell?) healthy at all.
( , Tue 22 Jan 2008, 18:52, closed)
You don't sound (smell?) healthy at all.
( , Tue 22 Jan 2008, 18:52, closed)
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