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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QOTW -Hotels/B&BsYears ago I was crewing for a band playing on Hogmanay in George Square, Glasgow.I'd decided not to return home to Edinburgh so I pressured the promoter to get me a hotel room, at short notice. So there I was, stripping the gear at 1:30 in the morning, right opposite the Copthorne Hotel where all the bands and crew were staying. Not long till I'm in there, I thought. I'd even dragged my then GF along, on the promise of shenanigans until God knows when. So, at 02:00 we hoy up to the Copthorne. "Sorry, MrC, we don't appear to have a booking for you!". I spotted the promoter's rep, who said that I'd been shunted to the Central Station Hotel.
Fucked off, we trudge down, hoping to find a party there. There was fuck all! We then fall out and repair to the old, musty bedroom. We then find there is no mini-bar and no room-service so we argue more and then flop into bed, where I am refused sex. Throughout what's left of the night we could hear rats running about in the roof, pigeons cooing on the window ledge and an old man in the next room began making 'Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!' noises for the next two hours. He was either having good sex or taking a long time to die. He was lucky, for I was doing neither!! We got up at 07:00 after two hours lying in purgatory and drove home - without breakfast - to Edinburgh in the pissing rain.
(, Fri 18 Jan 2008, 21:12, Reply)
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