My mates Stag do in Blackpool
Having attended my own stag do in Blackpool which, from what i can remember of it, was actually quite a good night my mate decided that he was going to go one better and book an entire weekend there for his. The best man, who was in charge of organising the proceedings, was a bit of a skinflint and when it came to choosing the hotel plumped for the very least expensive one he could find.

The hotel we stayed in on my stag do was a pretty good B&B with a pool table in the bar and most importantly they sold beer into the wee hours at £1 a pint.
Not so Guest house El Crappo the cheapest nastiest shit hole in a town full of cheap nasty shit holes and the one chosen to be our residence for two days. After picking our way through the crap encrusted front garden the door was answered by a Scottish tramp whose dress sense was inspired by Rab C Nesbitt. This turned out to be the owner of the establishment and it was obvious that his standards of personal hygiene extended to the house. A fusty smell of decay and despair permeated the entire place. All of the bedroom doors had been forced open at some point so the locks didn't work properly and the sole bathroom had a hole in the door where the lock should be. The rooms held four bunk beds with no/broken slats in them contained in a space so narrow that the wardrobe was in front of the hand basin/room window. Previous occupants had kicked and punched holes into the plasterboard walls so it possible to reach into the adjoining rooms should you so desire

Worse beer was £3 and served out of a can (this was around 12 years ago) so we couldn’t even have cheap pre evening drinks there. Well we thought we won't mind so much when we come back later pissed up. Of course we were wrong. Inevitably stuff was stolen from the rooms while we were out either by the dregs of humanity that were staying there or the decrepit owner. In addition due to the paper thin walls and very saggy beds even heavily inebriated no sleep was had by anyone. We were greeted in the morning by the alcoholic cook offering us the greasy remnants that was supposed to be breakfast. I didn't make it to night two (which involved a punch up and was worse) i gave up and went home early.

Mind you on my stag night the stag in one of the other parties staying at the hotel got his eyelids super glued shut so maybe it wasn't that bad.
(andythepieman Is surfing the waves of indifference on, Fri 31 Jan 2014, 15:54, Reply)