Unbelievably grim room. Up several flights of stairs, through coded security doors, to a room with peeling wallpaper, cobwebs, cracks, a massive tv (?) and rotten carpet. There was a pink plastic washing up bowl in the room. It may have been a commode because the nearest bathroom was several flights down. That bathroom was like something from a halls of residence: shabby bath, Lino, and a shower curtain turned brown with age and rusty water. Oh, and the place is billed as B&B but breakfast has to be purchased at the stinky weatherspoons next door. Make sure you get an early night (if you can; the pub downstairs is open until 3am) because security will hound you down if they think you don't belong there.