Weston Super Mare. I'd been there as a kid and had vaguely happy memories, fast forward to about 2008 and work asked me to go to Westland's helicopter museum for a couple of nights. "I know", I said, "I'll stay in Weston Super Mare and make it a little bus man's holiday, it'll be lovely!"
It was awful. Completely run down and unloved, litter blowing through and piling up, boarded up shop fronts telling of better times. Drunk, rough no-hopers everywhere at all times of day, the palpable threat of violence in every pub I tried, with actual violence breaking out later on. Very low rent indeed. The rain hammered down for the entire 2 days which put the finishing touches to this masterpiece of misery, and I was glad to leave. It did surprise me as I thought it might have a bit of charm.