the year was 1997 and I was passing through london with a week to kill before the bus-ferry-bus to Dublin.
The cheapest hostel I could find was in Earls Court. Checking in I discovered the reason for the unlikely low price was that the building had been condemned, and I think the owners were trying to squeeze whatever money they could out of it before the closure.
The first day they shut the water off, but undeterred, guest continued crapping in the now non-flushing toilets which all filled to overflowing with shit. There was something of party atmosphere about the place as the few remaining staff had stopped giving a fuck and the basement had turned into a permanent party place, with some israelis who fancied themselves as DJs, drugs and lots of alcohol. Somebody had vomited on the carpeted stairs, which nobody cleaned up. We just tried to hold our breath as we passed it. My own room had been deserted as it's only other guest was this obese middle-aged black guy who snored like a chainsaw. But I didn't care, I could sleep through a nuclear strike. He used one of the bunk beds as his office desk during the day, wore just a pair of shorts and flip-flops, and shouted down the phone like he was a wall street trader. the last four days on the advice of one of staff I stopped paying.I missed the day of the closure by a couple of days, a shame because there was a big party planned. I think it was called the Chelsea Hostel or similar.
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Sun 30 Nov 2014, 7:41, 1 reply)

Didn't Riverghost run it?

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