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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regal indeedI was at the home of scottish rugby union the other weekend (Murrayfield for those of a football persuasion). I'd travelled up that glorious morning with my blessed father. We got to Murrayfield at around 1pm for a 3.30pm kick off.
Normally rugby grounds open 2 hours before kick off, so we thought we'd check. - Nope not a hope won't open until 2pm. - Bollocks - an hour to kill - we'll try the ice rink next door for a cup of tea.
knock, knock on the door - begbie's ugly cousin opens the door clad head to toe in burberry with his one surviving tooth blackened by feck knows what hanging over his bottom lip.
"wha they feck yeh wan?"
"ummm - is there a cafe?"
"nah hockey only"
"ok..."
so I legged it to the pub instead - lovely guinness and none of begbie's cousins.
thank you scotland - obviously you only want the english to spend money on alcohol!
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