The Bull of Brenchley, Brenchley

� An overpowering smell permeating the entire premises- somewhere between mouldy chip fat, wet dog and stinking socks.
� Bedroom floors were covered with dirt and detritus and had clearly not been hoovered for months. Thick dust adorned all surfaces.
� My sink plug hole was not draining, on closer inspection a think wad of long hair, gunge and muck was extracted, causing me to wretch violently and involuntarily.
� On descending from my room to the pub the following morning, congealed plates were still on the table from our revolting meal the night before. There was still a plate of chips, on the bar when we checked out even later- fully 14 hours after they first appeared on our table.
� I exited the pub via the side door and found myself in an alley- this defied description. There were hundreds of cigarette butts all over the floor, open rubbish bags with accessible food debris, stagnant pools of fetid water, sodden clothing, (a mattress I think?!) and sundry other items.

14 Apr 2010 15:35