Rhyl
Back when I were a girl (I still am, just older) and British Summers actually existed, my parents took me on a good old Yorkshire family holiday (ie, a good 20 family members all leaving Yorkshire, on a coach, and going to Rhyl.)

The hotel was nice enough (indoor heated pool, silver service (oh yes) at dinner, choice of entertainments) but the stay was marred somewhat by my dear father's best efforts at falling out with the manageress.

My dad, niggled by small hotel based irritations (such as the blatant drip tray reusal in the bar, and the buckshot in his pheasant the night previously) couldn't find his brand new posh holiday pringle jumper. Clearly, the cleaners were thieves (fashionable thieves, who snubbed the roll of twenties in the sock drawer and went right for the top prize).

Marching down to the bar, he encounters the landlady who was a good six foot tall and looked a lot like T-Bag from that CITV programme but with a little extra make-up for good measure. He starts with diplomacy: 'my jumper seems to be missing, have your cleaners seen it?' and when T-Bag takes offence to this slight on her domestics, my dad increases to slightly-less-than-diplomatic 'YOUR BLOODY CLEANERS STOLE MY JUMPER! WHAT TYPE OF ESTABLISHMENT IS THIS? FIRST I'M PAYING TWO QUID A PINT FOR DRIP TRAY NOW I'M BEING ROBBED IN MY ROOM' etc etc.

I think my mother broke up the slanging match, with my dad swearing blind he'd never visit Rhyl again (well, who would).

They got back to the room, where I, a mere innocent child, was in bed, a mess of duvet and fireman sam pyjamas.

I sleepily awoke and untangled myself from the duvet.

And my dad's brand new holiday pringle jumper, which he'd left on the end of my bed the previous evening.

We went home the next day and have never been to Rhyl since.
(Northern Lovely, Mon 21 Jan 2008, 13:54, 3 replies)

*cringe*
Complaining about finding shot in game? Why on earth? Would he rather have had one that had died of old age?
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 21 Jan 2008, 14:02, closed)

Well, if it was really "buckshot"
Rather than, say a pellet of No 6, then there would be grounds for complaint.

I know, I know, pedants 'r' us.
(osok Rebel without a clue, Mon 21 Jan 2008, 14:06, closed)

To be fair to my (lovely!) dad
there was more metal than meat!
(Northern Lovely, Mon 21 Jan 2008, 14:23, closed)