Loud. Incredibly loud.
First, they gave no indication that the room I was staying in opened directly onto the street. The door lock was strange, perhaps just something I'm not used to, but I struggled with ensuring that it was locked during the night. (I work in a technical field, I'm not dim, but jeez, I felt stupid) Considering people milling around outside the pub at night were quite drunk, shouty, and possessed of questionable decision making, I ended up putting a chair in front of the door to ensure that, even if I hadn't locked the door properly, no one would get in. Not a good feeling as a solo female traveler.
Now, the loudness. The wall that the head of the bed rests against was evidently against one of their event rooms, and they were having a quiz night. Why they felt the need to literally use a bullhorn during the quiz night, I don't know, but I cannot overstate how loud this room was until all hours. Noise-canceling headphones were used to try and block this out and let me get some sleep, but it was awful. At one point, it was so bad I recorded it on my phone and sent it to my husband for laughs.
The dead bushes outside the door that had swarming bugs in them was a nice touch.
There was also zero heat despite turning the radiator up. It was ice cold.
Also, to the right of this room is an access hallway for vendors, deliverymen, etc. At 6:30am, the door was being opened and slammed while they were delivering kegs of beer or whatever it was. That was nice.