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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I've managed to avoid everything too badso far, partially because I don't really do the whole travelling thing too much.
When I was young the family often went on camping trips, and for a few years running went to the same campsite in Germany, quite a nice place.
Except for the owner's (Herr Hugoschmidt, as I recall) insistance on wheeling out a fucking barrel organ every evening and playing it for the "enjoyment" of the entire campsite. For fucks sake. I'm not to opposed to people's little hobbys, but I draw the line at some bloody german playing his barrel organ to me every fucking day.
May I also say: students in London, especially Imperial College (or otherwise in the south west) looking for student renting landlords: James Goury. Just don't.
(, Mon 21 Jan 2008, 16:34, Reply)
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