Don’t even get me started on the car park. It’s a circle of hell designed by someone who hates fun. You’ll drive round and round looking for a space. The cameras flash at you like angry fireflies.
Pro tip: park at the very far end, near the B&Q. Yes, you’ll walk a bit. But you’ll avoid the anguish of circling for ten minutes while your ice cream melts in the car.
And speaking of melting—the heating in the lobby is weird. One day it’s a sauna. The next, you need a parka. It’s a gamble every time.
The Bathroom Oddity
The men’s bathroom has exactly one hand dryer that works. The others are just decorative. You’ll stand there dripping, waving your hands under the “nozzle of lies”.
The ladies’ bathroom is rumored to have better lighting. I can’t confirm. But I’ve heard legends of a selfie spot near the mirrors. It’s the real reason the queue is always longer over there.
