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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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Liverpool!
This is not only a tale of a crappy hotel experience, but a crappy experience in general. Saying that, it made us giggle like hell.

Two almost eighteen year old girls, on the day before the second's birthday, drive all the way from Glasgow to Liverpool to see a Hi5 show. Upon arriving at the first Travelodge, Kt toddling in in her slipers and me with a bucket of popcorn, we are told that the one we're after is close but we'll find it because we're Scottish.

So off we drive again and succesfuly locate our cheap hotel where the receptionist decides we're two years old and nannies us in such a fashion that we are tempted to complain. On the fun little complaint leaflets left by our pillows.

Off we go again, heading to show show full of excitment as to what two year olds and their parents will make of us happily dancing along and hoping no security notice the gaping hole Kt has cut in her handbag for her camera to poke through.

Except it doesn't go as smoothly as we hoped. We get lost for half an hour, eventually making it to the centre and start to look for parking. Following a parking sign we trundle along and eventually have to park outside a shop to scour the map to find where we are.

Wales.

Following parking signs has brought us to another country. No wonder there was a toll both....

So off we toddle back, to get lost for five hours. I'm not joking. During this time we eventually drive by the theatre as they are packing up after the show.

Coming back to the nasty smelling Travelodge, we realise we're hungry. But their restaurant is fully booked. So is the nearby Pizza Hut. And ASDA is closed because it's a bank holiday. The only place we can find is a chip shop so greasy I almost drowned breathing in.

We spent the night eating greasy chips, watching the Matrix and sleeping on our hard, funny smelling matresses wondering whether we'd catch rabies if we drank from the cups.
(, Thu 17 Jan 2008, 17:49, 1 reply)
Why did your mate have a secret camera in her bag?
Were you filming the two-year-olds or their parents?
(, Fri 18 Jan 2008, 4:32, closed)

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