Well...On arrival (with no car parking, which unfortunately resulted in 2 parking tickets for my pal! haha) we were greated by a hen night leaving the accommodation with one 'lady' scratching her groin telling us 'don't stay in there - it's minging'. In hindsight, I wish i'd listened to this obviously promi scuous tyke.
Once in the run down, cess pit, we were greated by cruella de ville/morticia adams/crazy cat lady who is probably soon to be sectioned. She basically mucked about trying to sort our keys and that, showing us where we could leave our bags until the rooms were ready.... on sight of this 'lock up' (a spare room off the kitchen), i was glad i hadnt bothered with anything expensive but thought i may have to wash the clothes in my bag again as it was a right state. The whole of downstairs was a like a cat sanctuary - cat hair and urine everywhere. And i'm allergic to cats which was just what i wanted to ruin my weekend!
Anyway, we got the the room (top floor) and it was like a minimum security prison cell. 3 of us stopped in one room with 2 single beds and a mattress on the floor. the matress on the floor was under the sink. the waste pipe on this sink had actually disconnected so when you ran the tap the water simply emptied onto the floor and on me mates mattress. fantastic. the room hadnt been cleaned for a while - there was what looked like the remnants of some kind of dr ug people had been snorting on top of the chest of drawers. classy. the tv was hanging off the wall bracket and would have probably fell off if you pressed the on button too hard. one of the drawers had no bottom in it. the window opened out onto a loveley terrace, or window ledge as some normal people may call it. easy to step off the bed onto the window ledge and immediately faced with a 40-50ft drop. not ideal for kids. although you would probably be taken to social services of have childline called on your a ss if you made your kids stop here!
Breakfast - simply vile. The young chap looking after the place while crazy cat women was asleep in her crypt was very helpful and knocked on our door for 15 minutes in the morning to ensure we got up for breakfast. i wouldnt of minded if it was a nice breakfast but i would rather have ate the matress my mate slept on than that greasy slop he slapped on my plate. soon as he was out the room i slid mine into the bin. on the plus side the tv in the diniing area worked and heir hunters was on, probably the highlight of my stay. they dont make tvs like that anymore, i think it was the next model up from black and white.
Finally - we checked out and my mate went back in to get his hairspray (?!) and was taken back to the room by the young chap who cant cook and was then promptly blamed for the sate of the room (disconnected waste pipe on the sink/wrecked drawers/smashed electrical socket) the cheeky littlew so and so.
to summarize - vile hell hole. you'd be better off stopping in the cemetry with a holey tent. oh, and dont believe the pics on the internet for the rooms hahaha. maybe 40 years ago they resembled them!