Way back in history, in the wonderful years before Edinburgh, I used to live in Leeds. What a city (tip, albeit quite an entertaining one), what a time. For the last couple of years there I moved into a town centre flat with a good mate I met one day in a pub. This is the story of that well-located and tastefully appointed palace, told in photo form for the more incredulous amongst you.
As various friends and family, several of whom have at one time or another actually lived in a cardboard box will attest, this was not the sort of place you wanted to leave your car outside. Or your eyes inside if you were of a sensitive disposition. But that didn't stop me from staying and enjoying the view for well over 2 years.
Anyway, enough waxing lyrical - even the slower amongst you will have spotted the sarcasm by now and I really can't find any more superlatives in the dictionary. Suffice it to say that I loved living here and if you disagree you just don't get it. And so, on with the tour...
To my lasting shame I completely forgot to get a picture of the kitchen before I left. And it's a real pity cos it was was horrid. Click here anyway, and read me going on and on.
