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?
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chthonic, Thu 17 Jan 2008, 16:05)
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I'd like to say I went to Skegness, tooButlins, of course. See, the chavlet wasn't TOO bad, but several things about skegness itself I hated.
1) My cousin accidentally broke my hearing aid when drunk. When I asked where the nearest hospital was, it was a shocking distance considering. I had to go a fucking week with no hearing.
2) There's fucking ROCKS sticking out at odd angles in the concentration camp. Cue seven year old nephew cutting his fucking eyebrow wide open.
3) The chavviness. On the way home one night, I found not one, but TWO people tied to lamposts bollock naked.
4) It's about as clean as the fucking Thames.
5) The shops didn't ID me for fags. I was 15 at the time, so fair enough. We decided to test it. Yes, my SEVEN year old nephew went and bought 20 Lambert. My sis went in there and booted right off.
6) Even though our chalet wasn't too bad, it seemed that the idea of CLEAN bedding was too much. Thankfully, we had brought our own just in case. Good job I didn't go there when I was recovering from surgery.
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Methylene Blue - electrohead, Tue 22 Jan 2008, 23:42,
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