In Manchester. And yes, I know, it’s 40 minutes away on the train. Except, in true English travel fashion, it’s not, it’s good hour and a half, and not in rush hour, or after 8pm or before 8am. I need to be here early, and needed to be here late, and well, teeny tiny functional hotel rooms go for £33 a night, and I’m not paying.
It doesn’t have a kettle, but it has everything else you could need, two beds, a shower, a toilet (in an enclosure so small you have to get undressed outside and back in to it), sink, TV set. Only one power outlet, though.
Oh well, you can’t have everything.