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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Isaac's Hostel, DublinNot so much the hostel standard of accommodation (you get what you pay for, passable) but the truly pathetic imprecations of the Italian bloke in the corridor. At Silly O'Clock he decided that he "quite liked" the Aussie woman in the room next door to us and spent some time trying to talk his way inside while she cowered under the bedsheet - all perfectly clear to anyone in a 20m radius.
"Can ah come een?"
"No. Please go back to your room."
"Ah jus wan to be your friend..."
"Please please please go away."
"You are ver naice girl..."
Etc
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