Hotel Splendido
Enzyme 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?
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( , Thu 17 Jan 2008, 16:05)
Enzyme 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.
( , Thu 17 Jan 2008, 16:05)
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I've just come back from a week in NY renting an apartment
which was GORGEOUS, beautifully decorated, clean, and a block from an express subway to downtown from its location in Harlem.
... and on a block with not one but TWO 'liquor stores'.
From about 11pm all night through to around 5am, under our corner window, crazy tramps and drunks gathered. Many had trolleys and talked about 'codes' in the newspapers. Or tried to make sure some poor commuter took home their "beee-ooo-tiful glove" which was an old knitted rag melted into the gutter they had found. Conversations shouted all night ran along these lines.
"You BITCH! It's a set-up! You get AWAY from mah MAN, BITCH!!"
"Gonna KILL YOU"
"Just give me the bottle, you ASSHOLE"
You get the idea.
I bought earplugs.
( , Mon 21 Jan 2008, 23:03, Reply)
which was GORGEOUS, beautifully decorated, clean, and a block from an express subway to downtown from its location in Harlem.
... and on a block with not one but TWO 'liquor stores'.
From about 11pm all night through to around 5am, under our corner window, crazy tramps and drunks gathered. Many had trolleys and talked about 'codes' in the newspapers. Or tried to make sure some poor commuter took home their "beee-ooo-tiful glove" which was an old knitted rag melted into the gutter they had found. Conversations shouted all night ran along these lines.
"You BITCH! It's a set-up! You get AWAY from mah MAN, BITCH!!"
"Gonna KILL YOU"
"Just give me the bottle, you ASSHOLE"
You get the idea.
I bought earplugs.
( , Mon 21 Jan 2008, 23:03, Reply)
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