It wasn’t pretty, but it sort of happened. Woke at 6am and prevaricated for an hour before getting up and out onto the damp streets of Huddersfield. I switched hotel last week, but am now back at the George, no longer believing this to be such a sleaze-hole. Last week’s grim experience at the low end of town, with its throbbing discos and pissed-up, door-banging neighbours and three-in-the-morning fire alarms was instructive.… READ MORE.... …