Not the B&B's Fault
Not really in theme with QOTW, but it was a crappy experience

A few years back (10) i was working as a door entry installer. The work we were doing was all the way down in London - woah my first week out in the big city all by myself, i was rather excited.

I made my way down there and met up with the bloke i was going to working with, and he found me a nice B&B/pub to stay in for the week.

After a hard weeks graft in the loft's running cables in between all the fiber glass insulation i had a thirst on :). So on the last night i get back get showered etc and head to the bar. As many of you working away from home will probably have done is ask the landlord for a receipt of 25 quid for an evening meal that you never actually have but just spend the cash on beer. But it looks good on the expenses.....

Anyway after several shandy's with the locals i wobble of to bed and get my head down, thats as much as i remember.

I wake up and something is strange. Its still dark. I have my jacket on with all my screwdrivers in the pockets. I have a screwdriver in hand.... Im sat in the middle of the floor. In front of me in pieces is what used to be the heater for the room hehe.

Unfortunately after a few beers i tend to sleep walk, only this time i'd taken the heater apart and what woke me up is me turning it on and burning myself on the exposed elements. I tried for next few hours to get it back together (not easy when you have the shakes). Fortunately in the morning the landlord was nowhere to be seen, so i legged it and never went back.

Length? About 4 inches with a cross bit on the end.
(spaceswitch is gonna gay ya, on, Sun 20 Jan 2008, 18:19, Reply)