When you expect whistles it’s flutes - When you expect flutes it’s whistles

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gosh what a spiffy weekend!
met the lovely dr banyard in leeds station after work and headed to york. discovered that for some unknown reason they don't do returns to york other than day returns. WHY?? odd bastards! mumble grumble.
york was colder than the north pole and twice as windy - this is quite impressive - no wonder the vikings were so keen on the place - was beginning to fear that, sensing my absence, fenris had gotten haughty and decided to eat the sun bringing forth ragnarok across the land. stupid fucking cat!
got a lovely curry and retired to geof's for the evening with a bottle of cava. excellent.

eventually scraped our arses out of bed at about 2:30 and ate the biggest fried breakfast since the invention of cholesterol in 1985. had a brief wander about york and concluded it was cold and not as nice as geof's bed so escaped again. surfaced again in time to meet angelic_angie and iicatsii in the malthouse pub. I say in time. we would have been in time had geof been ready when I was (bearing in mind I was be-corsetted its a particular feat of tardiness on his behalf)... I thought it was women that were supposed to spend pointlessly long getting ready. no. it's physicists. pfft! ffs!
paul failed to incite the city fountain into frothing glory by the clever trick of only using 2 daz tablets. as if 2 tablets wasn't poxy enough he had to use daz...
darklands was ok - it just doesn't really match up to what we're used to in leeds plus the music was too trad and the booze too expensive. it was great to see maco and busy_little_elf again - plus I got to meet maadlucas and vin_petrol a little more formally so all was not lost. got a text from attack_monkey demanding titties so I sent him a picture message of geof's moob which tim rather alarmingly thought was mine. *shakes head in disbelief*
in the end paul and angie went back to leeds about 12:30 rather than staying over as paul was nodding. despite offers of continued partying me and my manbeast headed home via a huge pizza.

on sunday the plan was to have sunday lunch with kay and co and then gather my belongings and head home as geof had fetishman stuff to be doing for his launch on the 22nd. but being the soppy romantic fools we are we couldn't bear to be parted so I watched a dvd whilst he did some stuff and then browsed through his rather splendid portfolio and tried not to distract him with my bottom (don't ask me - men are odd)
travelling from york to guiseley isn't too much of an ordeal so no doubt it will occur from time to time - sleeping on geof's futon on the other hand is - my back was a complete state on the 2nd and 3rd nights. hmm I'm just not the right shape for hard beds.

red dwarf 5 and roobarb and custard arrived to work yesterday so last night's film night involved me watching 5 of the 6 episodes before running off to bed and leaving enki in charge of breadlord

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