Leeds; or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Booze

Feb 18, 2006 10:32


I may have to convert to Mormonism. But more on that later.

I've said it before, and no doubt I shall say it again in the future. It is impossible for me to go to Leeds and have a bad time. From the moment I got on the train the good times were a-flowing. Sun shining, tunes pumping, rather attractive girl sitting opposite me...

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The bits you missed... anonymous February 18 2006, 13:05:03 UTC
There was also the singing on the way home (and the chav types who had no idea who Arcade Fire were, or Elvis come to think of it), the Kopparberg. In a can. And the three of you also played drunken guitar (and for some reason you were wearing Chris's flatmate's hat) before the kebabs arrived. But like Chris, you were probably too drunk to remember most of that!

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Re: The bits you missed... strat_o_bastard February 18 2006, 15:25:54 UTC
The only bits I remember of that was the guitar playing. And a vague memory of someone's hat...

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Kind of off subject, but I needed to brag to a brit about my discovery... chazooka114 February 19 2006, 23:05:00 UTC
We don't do real, honest kebab over here in the YOU ESS AY, but I WILL say this...

I just went to BevMo, which may well be the greatest liquor/snack food store in this country. I returned home with a six-pack of Theakston's Old Peculiar. Whilst looking in the Ales section, my eyes also took in the glorious sight of Abbots Ale and Wychwood's Hobgoblin. That is all.

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Re: Kind of off subject, but I needed to brag to a brit about my discovery... strat_o_bastard February 20 2006, 00:51:42 UTC
Dude, that is perhaps the best news pertaining to my upcoming visit to the states I have heard yet. I was terrified that I'd have to subsist on Bud, Coors and Miller Lite. Dear God.

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