Many years ago - I think it was after I'd come back from Austria, so in the 1970s, I applied for quite a senior job in Middlesbrough as I was thinking that I might want to settle back in the UK.
I got an interview, and was told on the grapevine that the job was almost certainly mine. I travelled up by train for the interview, got out of the station, walked towards the hospital, rounded a couple of corners, turned round and walked back to the station.
It was AWFUL. It was all just built up horrible dirty back streets with ramshackle brick walls and scruffy semi-literate graffiti. Surely I could do better than that! Especially as I had a job waiting for me (but not so senior ...) at the Royal Marsden if I wanted it ...
I phoned them from a phone box claiming my car had broken down and I was stranded up on the moors, very sorry and all that, would be in touch ... they phoned me at home the next day offering me another date to suit for the interview but I said I'd just received another job offer that morning and had decided to accept. Ha ha we both trilled on the phone, that's fate eh, maybe if my car hadn't broken down I'd be planning a move to Middlesbrough (not frickin' likely I said to myself) ...
I will grant that the current James Cook University Hospital looks to be a very different beast to the hospital - I think it was Middlesbrough General at that time - where I was due to interview, but my abiding memory - and sole memory, I've never been back! - of Middlesbrough was one of dirty brick walls at every corner!