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?
Add your crappy hotel experiences to our list.
( , 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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Themed Diana joke?
My friend Trevor used to work for the Met royal protection squad. A few years back whilst on an assignment he stayed at the Ritz in Paris guarding this dizzy blonde and her new squeeze.
Anyway, after a nice meal she decided to "go back to his place for coffee" and the hotel put up their finest driver to take her home. Turns out he was a bit of a lush and had tipped off his mates in the press for a few shots.
Pissed as a handcart, his mates chased him through the streets in the hotels Merc until they got side swiped by a fiat panda (bloody italians...) and lost it the entrance to a tunnel (how many of us can say that in your youth eh?)
Now, not saying they both had a lucky escape because they were all killed horribly, but his old man turned out to be a foreign nutcase with a rather large corner shop, obsessed with conspiracies and her lot turned out to be all out to get her for dating a muslim. Well, for generally putting it about a bit anyway.
Laugh? He nearly died.
( , Wed 23 Jan 2008, 10:21, Reply)
My friend Trevor used to work for the Met royal protection squad. A few years back whilst on an assignment he stayed at the Ritz in Paris guarding this dizzy blonde and her new squeeze.
Anyway, after a nice meal she decided to "go back to his place for coffee" and the hotel put up their finest driver to take her home. Turns out he was a bit of a lush and had tipped off his mates in the press for a few shots.
Pissed as a handcart, his mates chased him through the streets in the hotels Merc until they got side swiped by a fiat panda (bloody italians...) and lost it the entrance to a tunnel (how many of us can say that in your youth eh?)
Now, not saying they both had a lucky escape because they were all killed horribly, but his old man turned out to be a foreign nutcase with a rather large corner shop, obsessed with conspiracies and her lot turned out to be all out to get her for dating a muslim. Well, for generally putting it about a bit anyway.
Laugh? He nearly died.
( , Wed 23 Jan 2008, 10:21, Reply)
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