The café sells tea in styrofoam cups, which taste like socialism and nostalgia. The chips are slightly grey but surprisingly addictive. I’m convinced they fry them in unicorn tears, because nothing that basic should taste that good.
You can also get a “toasted sandwich” that’s basically a cheese slice microwaved between two pieces of bread. It’s terrible. You’ll order two.
Harry Mitchell Leisure Centre
The Changing Rooms: An Adventure
Let’s talk about the lockers. They require a 20p coin—always bring a 20p coin. Nobody ever does. You’ll watch strangers beg for change like it’s a Black Friday sale.
The showers alternate between scalding and arctic. It’s a game of survival, really. And the floor? Always slightly damp. No exceptions. It’s like a law of physics.
But the sauna? Worth it. You’ll sit in there with strangers, sweating in silence, bonding over the shared experience of “Hmm, this is hot.”
