Help..... I have just arrived in lovely Manchester by train (quite pleasant journey to be honest....although it could be the drugs) to be greeted by my hotel...... no I can't call it that, hovel, hole, fleapit, dump, the mother of all 'bug & breakfast' establishments.

There are bars on the door and windows. The doors shows scars form previous fights and police break-ins. The hot water is only turned on in the morning from 6.30-8am and there is no food on the premises. No internet. No drinks. No life, except for the spiders, and not that I've seen any yet, cockroaches.

They wouldn't let me in until I had handed over £50 to secure a key, even though we had pre-booked (yes I know....should have checked) and paid upfront.

I still went in........ WHY.....

Wow I lead a glamorous life...... only the best for me...... do you think this is Karma. The WAG getting me back.... all those managers .......no...yes....

I'm now in a open park, thinking of sleeping where I'm sitting, it has to be safer, cleaner and quieter ....

hehe..... this has to be bad planning...... hehe

Paul