Escape to York


On Saturday I escaped from the helldesk for a jaunt up to York to meet up with Daryl and Danny, the plan being to have a few drinks round the town then head on up the country to Sunderland to see Keith.

Daryl has recently moved up to York for his new job as a train conductor and so wanted to go out with a few friends to get round the town and meet some people, I was most definatly up for a trip round some pubs in York as it holds many fine ales and Danny who has been living in York since he left Bradford to go to uni was just the man we needed to complete our line up.

I had a smashing time probably the best bit was in the Lendal Cellars, which is a lovely pub dispite being what would appear to be a converted sewer and sells many good beers. When Danny uttered his usual phrase of "Shit on my face" then followed shortly by getting shat on by a pidgeon.

Sadly we didn't make it to Sunderland as we we're all dying of liver failure, rather bluntly pointing out to us all that we arn't getting any younger and cruely reminding me that my birthday is again looming on the horizon.