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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Blackpool
Simply put, a load of us went on a boys weekend. We found a cheap B+B. We came down for breakfast the next morning and found the dog wandering in and out from he kitchen. A dog that could not have looked more rabid even if it had been salivating at the anus.
As we're going back upstairs my mate steps into something soft. Poo. He was barefoot. It squidged inbetween his toes like a child squishing play doh. We told the lady in charge, she wetn quiet and shuffled away, mumbling apologies.
Next day, we come down again, there's no dog walking in and out of the food preparation area. Bizarre. we found out why. as we're leaving the dining room the old dear corners my mate and whispers quite sinisterly 'just thought you would like to know, I've put the dog down because of your complaint'
Nutty bitch.
( , Tue 22 Jan 2008, 17:33, 1 reply)
Simply put, a load of us went on a boys weekend. We found a cheap B+B. We came down for breakfast the next morning and found the dog wandering in and out from he kitchen. A dog that could not have looked more rabid even if it had been salivating at the anus.
As we're going back upstairs my mate steps into something soft. Poo. He was barefoot. It squidged inbetween his toes like a child squishing play doh. We told the lady in charge, she wetn quiet and shuffled away, mumbling apologies.
Next day, we come down again, there's no dog walking in and out of the food preparation area. Bizarre. we found out why. as we're leaving the dining room the old dear corners my mate and whispers quite sinisterly 'just thought you would like to know, I've put the dog down because of your complaint'
Nutty bitch.
( , Tue 22 Jan 2008, 17:33, 1 reply)
Thanks
i really appreciated the rabid, salivating anus mental image there.
Why the feck would anyone in their right mind walk around a grotty b&b barefoot though?
( , Tue 22 Jan 2008, 17:45, closed)
i really appreciated the rabid, salivating anus mental image there.
Why the feck would anyone in their right mind walk around a grotty b&b barefoot though?
( , Tue 22 Jan 2008, 17:45, closed)
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