Where's the worst place you've ever stayed?

A gite in Dordogneshire. Lumpy bed with springs sticking in you (remember those?). A combo sink, fridge and electric hotplate on the draining board and a loo in the barn with bats, mice and spiders. We lasted three days and then ran away.

A block of holiday flats in Le Touquet in early October, quite sunny though. It was a big sort of Anglo French reunion, and lots of our hosts had holiday homes in Le Touquet. Most were lovely, some were positively luxurious and ours...was the pits, damp, no hot water (the owners weren't there) every other flat empty, lumpy beds, wind howling round the block. It must have been a while ago because my period started, so the lack of hot water was serious. Mon dieu!

Romania in 1971. I had been very seriously ill and endured a lot of major emergency surgery over a long period and my father thought it would be nice to have a relaxing family holiday in a country we had never previously visited. Wrong!

The hotel restaurant grouped visitors according to their nationality and they clearly didn't have a particularly favourable attitude towards Brits. Breakfast the first day was disgusting and inedible, so dear Dad moved us to the Dutch section. Massive consternation from the staff but my father produced his Dutch passport and there was pretty much no way anyone could do anything.

A broken sewer outpoured into the swimming pool, so we didn't use that

We booked a trip to an evening of traditional Romanian song and dance. Brits were located behind pillars, where it was difficult to see anything. The meal was served, after a couple of hours, and it was inedible. Normally, well-behaved, I lost the plot and slung my piece of unidentifiable grey meat across the floor – where it bounced five times. We left and took a taxi back to our hotel, but couldn't have anything to eat because the hotel had to order food from a central supplier in the morning and had not included us because of our outing.

Finally, when we boarded the plane to go home, there was one passenger too many so we all had to produce our tickets, boarding passes and passports at gunpoint. Someone was removed, also at gunpoint, and the plane took off very late. Consequently, we ran out of time and we couldn't overfly Hungary so made an unscheduled stop in Munich. Fine, but couldn't take off for several hours. No cafés were open but we found a tap and a glass (acting as a vase, so we slung the flowers and rinsed it). Eventually, we arrived back in London, having been threatened with a diversion to Luton, 25 hours after leaving Romania. Emperor Hirohito was making a state visit to the country so getting from Heathrow home was also an issue.

Not a great convalescence.

On our first "proper" holiday after we were married, we booked a caravan at Mawgan Porth in Cornwall, on a site called Gluvian (it`s OK, it`s not there now), we travelled down overnight on the train, not easy with 3 very young children, arrived in Newquay at around 7am, thought it was lovely, got a bus to Mawgan Porth, equally lovely, then had to walk three quarters of a mile to the caravan site with luggage and 3 very tired children, to be told that the caravan was being cleaned and wasn`t available till 2pm. Walked back into Mawgan Porth, came back later, and the caravan was horrible. It was really very small, looked as if it hadn`t been cleaned in months, and when we got ready for bed that night, the blankets had maggots in them! Luckily we had our own sheets! I know we should have kicked up a fuss, but in those days we were still young and naive, and not into creating bother, so we put up with it for a week, then moved on to a different caravan, at Treyanon Bay, which was perfect.

I think a Gite in Brittany C1991 very small, smelled of damp. The bed was so saggy I couldn't sleep in it with my dodgy back and we had to stack the bedframe and sleep with the mattress on the floor. Everything went wrong that holiday. I broke a crown on my front tooth opening a water bottle. (Daft idea I know.) l went into the lovely but rough sea with my glasses on got knocked over and lost them completely. I put a hot cup of tea on the car roof to cool only for it to fall straight back through the open sunroof and then waiting for the ferry home I plonked my bum down on a bag of pears on the passenger seat. I can't blame Brittany for that but it added to the general tone of the holiday.

When the DC where small we used to jump in the car and take them to see the Illumination, it was a huge adventure being out in the dark, but usually they were asleep before they saw the lights.

lol I am about 30 miles away rom Blackpool and I know what you say vampirequeen lol....yes Blackpool is very tacky, noisy can be dirty etc..they have tried to smarten up the front and the Prom...I myself would never go for a holiday but we do go for the day with Grandson now and again and visit the water park and we are due to take him to Nickolodean land (rided funfare) etc..but many yrs ago the whole of lancashirie use to got o Balckpool during wakes weeks, lol...im afraid Blackpool will always be Blackpool and noted for "kiss me quick" hats,rock, chips and amusement arcades... lol..