Ahhh the Badger-do…. So we left Friday and badgered our way through the country lanes of Honiton towards Poole and eventually ended up at our destination – Bournemouth. Being a yokel country badger, I had never been to Bournemouth before so I was a little apprehensive, especially as the hotel we were staying in cost £30 for 2 nights. When we arrived our fears were somewhat quelled as the hotel turned out to be rather nice and less like the black hole of Calcutta that I expected. The walls were covered in sports memorabilia and the bar was full of plush leather seats and the occasional sofa. An excessive amount of 50inch flat-screen TV’s adorned the walls playing endless amounts of international football. The rooms were uninspiring, but contained an ample amount of beds and sheets. On-suite facilities were acceptable and pleasantly surprising to say the least.
We sampled some of the local beverages while we waited to complete the hotel rendezvous. A few hours later we were all settled and ready to venture out into the bright lights of Bournemouth. Unbeknownst to us we were actually situated within Bournemouth’s gay quarter and later that night we found ourselves on the gay-triangle in various bars and clubs. The night was supposed to be a quite one, but like most events degenerated into a torrent of pints, shots and Jagermeister-bombs. Still standing we managed to stumble to the nearest kebab shop and headed back to the hotel for a few late ones.
A certain Irish compatriot of ours managed to get himself completely twisted and promptly fell asleep on the bedroom floor after a great deal of banging which aggravated our other slightly grumpy roommate. I managed to crawl in at the reasonable time of 5am and passed out, luckily I got into bed rather than join Dave on the floor.
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