On arrival at Halifax I asked for directions to the rugby ground. I soon realised that I would need an interpreter as the locals spoke in grunts and squints. When passing a row of derelict houses; well I thought they were derelict until I saw the natives emerging from the properties, strangely wiping their feet on leaving.
Having decided to try one of the hostelries it came as quite a shock when the locals began inspecting and touching our clothing. I think it was the first time they had seen anyone without tracksuit bottoms and food stained hooded tops. When ordering drinks the barman asked if we had brought our own glasses as they did not have time to wash any and there was an increase in the bubonic plague in the area.
I had the misfortune to need the toilet and had to ask for paper towels so I could wash my hands. I was told paper towels would be no good as there was no running water and why not wait until Friday for a wash like every other bugger.
In short I was not impressed with Halifax.
