Butlins
my_cat_has_no_shoes has reminded me of **shudder** a Butlins stay. It might have been burnt-tampon bad, but my brain has actually supressed most of the memories of the stay....

Incidentally, does Butlins count as a hotel?

Anyhoo, it was a New Years and I had nothing better to do, I was 18, not long at Uni and hadn't established myself properly with my friends (I'd only known them for 3 months) and my (lesbian ex-) girlfriend was, well, who the hell cares where she was. Anyway, I agreed in a fit of stupidity to spend new years with my Mum and Sister at Butlins in Skegness.

Typically, that would be where the story should end as, if you've been there, you'll know that the winner of this QOTW would begin and end with "I went to Butlins in Skegness". Actually, it'd begin and end with "I went to Skegness".

We got there and I, instantly, hated it - I was sharing with my sister. I was 18, she 19. The room was, well, a chalet/cum-shithole. The bed was, er, a thin single, opposite my sister. The bathroom was more akin to a catholic boarding school circa 1983 (porcelain, cold, medical and a bit serial-killer esque - and I speak from experience.... Shrink on line 1....)

We were there for 3 days, I think, I spent the whole time drunk to suppress the shitness of the whole Butlins experience - the cold, the wet, the forced happiness of the staff, the sheer fakeness of it all.

I'd like to say that the upside was the barmaid I chatted up and got the number of - but she was an ugly hippo-dilly-troll from Barnsley (Beer goggles)....

I was in therapy recently (really) and this has actually left a permanent scar on my psyche....

Note that I'd like to observe that I've stayed in some very, very nice hotels - including a 5 star hotel in Amsterdam in which I (allegedly) killed the goldfish and the country house hotel I'm currently staying in :-)
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Tue 22 Jan 2008, 22:00, Reply)