Dinard, France
My school ran an annual trip to France for the second-year pupils who were learning French, and my parents allowed me to go - hurrah! Dinard was to be our destination, and we set off on the long coach journey from Manchester, during which there was much vomiting and similar such emissions from a group of children full of pop and crisps.

Anyway, we reached the hotel and the teacher told me that I was sharing my room with two other lads - Glen and Jason. Glen and I both had suitcases, whereas Jason had crammed his few belongings into a small carrier bag. As soon as we were handed the key to our room Jason grabbed it and sprinted to the hotel, wanting to bagsie the best bed. Glen and I followed slowly behind.

When we reached the room we found Jason bouncing up and down on a single bed by the door, laughing wildly. As we looked into the room we saw that there was Jason's bed, a double bed, and a bidet - nothing else. Glen and I looked at each other, exchanged friendly "don't you dare bum me in the night" remarks, and then chose sides of the double bed.

I naturally expected somebody to end up using the bidet as a toilet, and of course that happened. What I didn't expect however was to find Glen tapping me on the shoulder during the first night, pointing to the gap between the pillows. I looked, bleary-eyed, and saw that the entire gap was filled with vomit where he had been sick in the night.
(nasalhair The Twix guy!, Wed 23 Jan 2008, 10:23, Reply)