Surely nobody goes there on purpose?
We din’t. We were trying to find Birmingham and the M1 back to London. I had to urinate upon entering Moss Side.
I was not driving. The driver was on a combination of Skunk and amphetamines. He ignored every single direction I gave him. How we made it back alive (8 or 9 hours from Snowdownia maybe even more I lost track) I don’t know. Had to wake him up several times on the motorway. At one point I dozed off myself, then woke up to discover the vayn was drifting dangerously close to the central reservation, and had to steer from the passenger seat for a couple of miles until the driver woke up.
Was an interesting journey I’d quite like to never repeat.