There seem to be sex shops every 10 miles on the way up to Bradford. Who stops at the services and thinks 'Hmmm...what I really need is a massive strap-on, a cock-ring and a shít ton of lube?'
There was also a sex club called 'The Vanilla Alternative' somewhere in Cambridgeshire. Basically, the A1 is crawling with perverts.
Wait, here it is https://www.vice.com/en_uk/article/7...xiest-motorway
Oh, bits like the City Hall and Little Germany are fantastic examples of Victorian neo-classical architectural hubris, but there's clearly just no money.
At one point my wife (who is its biggest critic, having grown up there) said plaintively: 'It's not as bad as Middlesbrough', which I think is probably the definition of damning with faint praise.