The staff were friendly, and helped with assistance when I had booked the wrong date. This is the only positive point to this hell-hole of a 'hotel'.
The room itself was tiny, and had last been decorated circa 1974. The beds were just about passable for the price, however walking around the room risked a serious head injury due to the incredibly low ceilings. Only Warwick Davis would find the ceiling height adequate.
Although the hotel didn't have a spa facility, it did however have a sauna. Sadly the sauna was in fact the bedroom - the temperature was akin to the Sahara Desert, but with more dust. When the window was opened the three inches allowed, the cacophony of terrible karaoke from the pub opposite was enough to make anyone jump out of the window to their death. Alas, due to the tiny opening I was unable to do this.
If things couldn't get worse, the bathroom looked as though it had never been updated since the invention of bathrooms. The Romans probably had better facilities. In fact, the cavemen probably did. It has to be seen to be believed.
I wouldn't stay again if you paid me.