Somewhere in Hereford...
... there lies the worst hotel I ever stayed in (possibly The Green Dragon? I forget now).

Had to stay there as was working in the area and would be coming/going at odd times. But that's not important right now.

Got there and was immediately impressed by the frontage. Very impressive, the kind of thing you see on victorian postcards. Very grand. But the facade faded once I got in.

Huge place. Maybe 100 + rooms. Skeleton staff of 4 Poles. My room was located in the centre of some bizarre headfuck maze, and had two heating settings - arctic or blast furnace. Windows were painted shut, toilet bowl looked like the starting grid at silverstone and the whole room smelt vaguely of damp dog. Lovely. But as I was only there for 2 nights and it was free, thought I'd put up with it.

First night I discovered that the walls were quite thin. Not because I could hear sex noises coming through the walls, but because I could hear phone sex noises coming through the wall.

Things didn't improve - in fact they got worse. Had a "cooked" breakfast and thought nothing else of it. Until I was out in the field I was working in and began to rather spectacularly projectile vomit. Over and over again. Which would make the drive home - to Cambridge - quite interesting (it was actually - had to stop numerous times to bark at the ants on the hard shoulder, which was usually done by standing in the transit van I was driving and vomiting out of the side door, which should have been an interesting sight for passing motorists).

So thats two bad nights sleep in a smelly room, listening to some bloke wanking, followed by botulism. Nice
(animal252 last activated his kitten hammer on, Sat 19 Jan 2008, 18:44, Reply)