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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Brush with royaltyI never stayed there, but worked there for a bit when stuck in Alice Springs after being offered a really good job, and flying for 2500 km to get there, only to be told 'oops, sorry we didn't actually have the funds'...
Anyway, this hotel's claim to fame was that Princess Di and Charlie had stayed there once. This was a while ago, and while there was this creepy little shrine with the table she sat at and the plates she ate off the place had gone downhill.
Badly.
The hotel is now used by drunken locals to sleep/booze up/fuck in when they get the welfare checks and want to go 'posh'.
I had to clean up:
- several metric tonnes of beer cans
- A bathroom full of pubes
- Shit liberally smeared on the bedroom walls (the designers had thoughtfully tiled every surface, so you could hose the rooms out), and once, worryingly,
A used condom, with blood on the INSIDE. On the outside, I could have handled, even understood, but on the inside? Ouch!
But, I got to crap in the same toilet as Di and Charles, I checked.
The inevitable royal flush jokes made it all worth while...
Length? about 3 weeks before getting the hell out of there
(, Sun 20 Jan 2008, 22:58, Reply)
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