Nope, the word “CUNT” runs thru Coco like “Blackpool” thru a stick of rock!
Isn’t the major prerogative of a lads trip to end up in someone else’s bed? All efforts should be made to this end. Worse case scenario, the police provide bed and board.
All cats are grey in the dark
Chill-out together, share a coffee with them, put everyone at their ease…
Slept in a double with a mate on a trip to my friends wedding in Washington DC in the late eighties…for ten days - completely shit-faced every night but the imaginary line in the middle was never crossed. Tell them they’ll be fine.
Slept in a double with Peter Kosminsky - the man who directed Wolf Hall on the telly - when we were students touring Twelfth Night in northern France. Not planned. It had been pre-arranged that we’d be put up by local members of Associations France-Grande Bretagne in each town we visited and when we turned up at the kip in wherever it was there was a double awaiting us. As I was climbing into bed he was writing a postcard to his girlfriend (now wife, I think) which started “Hope you don’t mind but I’m going to sleep with Graeme”.
I don’t know whether I should have been pleased or not. Hugh Grant was also in the troupe.
VB
Fucking fuck all of that. Single occupancy room or don’t go. Jeez.
Communal showering with your mates is totally different of course
not unless shaved, there’s nothing worse than waking up with a furry nut sack rubbing against your thigh.
oh and don’t forget the Lurpak
A few years ago, I was on a ‘Hag-do’ (Bride but mostly bloke mates) in the Dam, booked a cheap hotel that turned out to be ‘Gay Friendly’, every room had three beds.
Was a really nice hotel but serious orgy vibes…
Great long weekend though, we visited the Coffeeshop as in Oceans 11, that was 24hrs of my life I won’t get back
http://dampkring-coffeeshop-amsterdam.nl/the-best-coffeeshop-in-amsterdam/dampkring-amsterdam/
Not quite the same, but on hiking holidays with my twin brother (Two Moors Way/South West Coastal Path) we share a double quite often. Some of the locations are quite restricted, either a small B&B or we wild camp in a ‘compact’ tent that says its 2-man but thats a bit optimistic…
that is not attractive sleepwear
Sleeping rough in Paris is character building - Stalingrad Square may not be so accommodating as the locals have taken to shooting panhandlers, addicts and prostitutes form their balconies with paint balls. Where’s the bonhomie in that? - Fuck you residents.
Top and tail s the accepted answer or maybe under : over the duvet / blankets if your bed mate has especially rank feet.
‘Family rooms’ usually have a couch that can be used as a bed.
As a last resort ask for an extra duvet and some tequila, get rekt and sleep on the floor.
butter or red lipstick
Obligatory @thebiglebowski tag.
I once stayed at a mate’s girfriends place.
He didn’t live with her at the time but was on cat duty while she was away for a weekend.
So he thought he would invite a load of mates round to her place for a piss up, (We were quite young)
I was absolutely out of it and slept in her big double bed, as did he.
The next day I woke up to find myself alone in the flat, without my trousers.
He had thought it hilarious to put my jeans in a bag and take them down the pub with him.
Which looking back at it was quite funny.
So I was stuck in her flat sans pantalons and no clothes I could borrow.
This was before mobile phones so I rang him at the pub once he stopped laughing I said it was all very funny but could I have my trousers back?
He refused and thought I should stay there for a few more hours,
I gave him an ultimatum, he had 10 minutes to get back or I threatened to shit in her underwear drawer and leave him to explain.
I got my trousers back!
Having sex with hairy rugby players is infinitely preferable to sharing a bed with another man for the purposes of sleep.