Visited with KooK on our day of hitting some of the lesser seen sights of Bradford. Including Fairmount, this place, Brick Lane Mills, H. Hey and Crabtree and Sons (of which I think we were first in... but didn't get up to the chair room etc plus CBA was prevalent.)
This company seemed like some sort of international playboy of Velvet, old plane tickets and worldwide order books littered the offices.
Proper enjoyed this explore, unfortunately some "writers" had been in and coated the place with their shite, whilst also trashing the place (possibly differing people... but anyway it was a bit of a mess)
and finally... MJS is a sicko, scared the bejaysus out of me at first glance through a a door...