Beer, Walls & Shopping Trolleys…
A Brief overview of Thursday & Friday before I launch into Saturdays goings on, I think…
Thursday
We went to the Ra!n bar qu!z aga!n and, aga!n, we fa!led to w!n !t.
Th!s week we mostly f!n!shed th!rd, desp!te some help from some lad!es on a near-by tablei. Ah well, !t was funi
Friday I spend most of the day at work before going home and getting a headache.
I had decided to stay in anyway and, though I was sorely tempted by offers from both LW and mahindinho, both of which arriving shortly after solphadeine ingestion, I stayed in and played some poker before doing some severe relaxing.
Saturday
By saturday morning the headache had completely gone, so I woke up fully prepared for the hi-jinks ahead.
Now, I’d arranged to meet Dan B. at Picadilly station at around 2pm. This meant the latest I could realistically get up was around 1130. This is about the time I got up.
Arriving comfortably on time, I queued and paid a nice £6.?0 for my ticket, this being due to having recieved £15 of train vouchers in compensation (the reason for which can be found below, in a post entitled “Trains Suck!”).
Now it turned out that Dan was arriving on the 1410 train, and there was a 1411 train to York on the platform next to his… I thought it’d be a good idea to try and do the quickness thing, but it all fell apart when they made people queue to get off his train. Some small matter to do with paying, I suppose.
Aboard the 1430ish to York, we travel with no hitches.
Arriving in York both Dan and I realise that neither of us actually know where the pub is, but we vaguely remember instructions like “Follow the wall around” and “It’s right there!”, so we follow the wall around, only to find it’s not right there. Eventually Ben phones me up and informs us that we went completely the wrong way.
Fortunately York is not a big town and we’re only about 5 mins from where we were supposed to be.
Entering the pub was reminiscent of an early Leeds Boozer, where you’re suddenly confronted with a group of 20-30 of us, half of whom you recognise and the rest you don’t!
Introductions are hastily carried out and beerage commences.
We remain in the pub (The Punchbowl*) until sometime after 6 when we decamp to the “Lendel something-or-others” (Cellars**?). There I eat a mighty fine burger***. Further activites in the pub ensue, including:
- Mahinda arriving
Fortunately he knew where it was because the phones were rubbish in the pub. Mine didn’t work at all, and Wayne had a little bit of reception to tell him where we were.
- Pool Playing
Not by me.
- Quick Guiness Drinking
Not by me. I mostly stuck to the bitters.
- Rosey Nosey grabbing
Goodbye to that little notice! later replaced by hasty hand written. Where did it end up? All sources point to Andi, who also became proficient at
-Getting Covered in Beer
after interupting (what all sources suggest was) a terrible cullydinho joke! What a waste of beer, but a nice change from being as wet as a waterhoose… I guess….
We left that pub at some time in the evening.
We walked for a while to another pub that I don’t remember the name of, but it was fairly small and cramped so we were only in there for one.
I don’t remember anything interesting happening there, except that when we left we totally forgot about Nayth stuck in one of the toilets. Mahinda and some others went to go and get him.
The next pub was a quiet affair with a rickety floor. Some random people, including welsh choirboy Aled Jones and his two lady friends joined the group. Bizarrely he didn’t seem to mind.
we left at closing.
On the way the Usual York Trolley shenanigans took place, with Joel and Toby mostly involved. I seem to remember Toby being pushed off the side of the pavement and getting stuck in the trolley. Helga stayed well clear.
The abandonment policy was timed spectacularly as upon rounding the corner the police popped into view.
The next drop off was some nightclub type effort. However, upon letting in half the group the bouncers decided (probably rightly) that Joel was far to drunk to be allowed in. So we seperated. A few of us popped in to join the others and the rest went of to world renowned nightclub Ziggy’s.
We didn’t hear from them the rest of the night (though at least two of them were meant to be on our train back!) and from what I’ve heard since they delved into some drunken hazy world of lightweightedness.
The club we were in was fairly busy and had a rotating dance floor (small). Great Fun was had by all. There was some sort of beer-fight that involved flicking beer at each other… typical drunken frivolity.
We left around 2.
On the way back to the station we stopped off for a “Rubbish” kebab. I always forget when I go elsewhere that the kebabs are nowhere near as good as they are in Manchester! ah well…
Upon arriving at the station, more trolley related fun took place, before Mahinda & I got chatting to a girl named Ruth. She remained on the train ’til Leeds, and then was replaced by a bizarre girl named Anna, on her way to a party in Manchester (it was about 330am by this point, remember!)
we arrived in Manchester and taxi’d it back, hitting the hay at around 5am.
Top night out.
Sunday
As you may suspect. Sunday, largely, didn’t happen.
I watched the Liverpool v Chelsea match, which was rubbish, and stayed up to watch the superbowl, which was pretty decent. I played some poker.
That’s it!
* It turns out there are two pubs in York called the punchbowl, I think this is the right one, but I don’t really care!
** I looked it up for the link afterwards but thought I’d leave the original post in.
*** I think the guy in this picture looks a little like Wayne, who also ordered a burger.
