Oh dear, this place has very painful memories for me. In 1972 I got a job with Trebor Sharps as a trainee sales rep with a company car (a maroon escort estate) and to celebrate I took some mates out in Sheffield. We went to the Mulberry Bush, Stonehouse, and Blue Bell as I remember, and we were stopped by the police down near Castle Market somewhere. I was breathalysed and took to West Bar. A doctor came and took a blood sample, I'd been on pints of shandy, but I thought the worst and was devastated at ruining my chance. After an awful two weeks I got a letter saying the test was negative and I was OK, but every time I've driven past that building I've remembered the hollow feeling sat inside waiting for the doctor.