House Guests"Last week," Ungersven confesses, "I vomited over almost everything in a friend's spare room. The only thing to escape the deluge was the rather attractive (alas engaged) French girl who was sharing the bed with me." Tell us about nightmare guests or Fred West-a-like hosts.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 6 Jan 2011, 14:20)
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A friend of mine is son-and-heir to a stately home.It's an Elizabethan mansion, and almost as big as my ego.
As such, the television room is somewhere down there in the East Wing, through a maze of corridors, past the section that's not been used since American troops were billeted there during the First World War, and just opposite the former master bedroom, which hasn't been used since his father - a generally unshakable, down-to-earth and incredibly intelligent lawyer - saw the apparition of his own father appear at the foot of the bed the day he'd died hundreds of miles away.
The first time I stayed there was when I was about 14, and we stayed up late to watch, for me for the first time, The Shining.
I absolutely shat my pants - a great film, you'll agree.
We finished watching at about 2-30am, and it was then that he informed me that we had to check all the lights in the house were off and turn on the burglar alarm.
Which was in the kitchen.
In the West Wing.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 10 Jan 2011, 11:43,
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the tv movie...watched the TV movie version with Rebecca De Mornay in it about 10 years ago while staying at a friends house...
when the kids gets snatched we literally screamed like girls and had to sit where we were till the sun came out!
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