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Sunday 29th August 2004
Okay. So, this is Simon. We were on our way to York, this being the pub crawl in honour of Liz's birthday. I should have a map somewhere . . . Simon, M**** and myself were amongst the late party. We all met up at the, er . . . Varsity - that was it. I don't think Simon was sleeping here . . . just kind of resting his head. We weren't meant to be out too late the previous night, but that was just never gonna happen. So, yeah . . . this was some time between 2pm and 3pm, I would guess. The train was slightly delayed. I think it turned up at 14:17 or 14:18. Does it matter?
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This was was taken at 17:43, probably outside the Three Tuns. I wasn't intending to take many pictures today. Couldn't be bothered, you know? So, by this stage, we had already been to Lendal Cellars and The Kings Arms (besides, of course, Varsity). Oh, I remember now. It was at the, erm, Lendal Cellars that I went for a wander around town. My jeans were bugging me . . . you know, not hanging properly, so I needed a belt. I first tried, erm . . . what's it called? Quicksilver or something. I have another pair of trousers from this place. Oh, damn it. Erm . . . g g g g g c c c c c c . . . or does it begin with O? O'NEILS! That's it! O'Neils. Yeah, so I went there, but they were all fabric belts and just . . . wrong, you know? Wrong, wrong, wrong. So I went to Next, and ending up buying the same belt as one I already have at home. Clever, eh? God - what am I going on about? Do we need to know about belts?
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The picture to the left there was taken at 19:12. That is, of course, myself and two Simons. I'm not sure where we are here, but I suspect it's Cross Keys. They had a huge screen onto which was being projected some football thing. On our way to this place we had been refused, erm, drinks at the . . . one of those pubs . . . Was it the Royal Oak? Anyone? I think the Snickleway Inn was shut, but the barman at this other place wouldn't serve us, en masse, as one of the Simons was 'too drunk', apparently. Crazy. It seems like an excuse to me, as the guy just didn't want all of us lot in his quiet, cosy pub. Well, whatever. M**** was like, "It's fine. Let's not make a scene. We'll just go on to the next pub," but I think everyone was a bit, you know, didn't really know what to say or do. We just filed out in stunned silence. Another Simon went back in after we had all left and the barman was like, "I thought I had refused to serve you lot."
|  This is probably the same pub, it now being 19:13. Dave and Anna. But, yeah . . . we're about half-way through the pub crawl now and maybe that barman had a point. It seemed liked others were, er . . . further on, you know? Anyway . . . where's the next picture?
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Now, I think this is the Golden Slipper, but I might be wrong. The first picture was taken at 19:53 and the other two at about 20:07. First picture (far left) was done with a ten second timer thing, you see? This was the pub with all the books, wasn't it? It was probably on the way out of this pub that we lost Simon M. Perhaps he went left instead of right. I don't know. Either way, I made an attempt to find him, having M****'s mobile to assist. It was getting dark, and when Simon rang, I was like, "I'm somewhere close to the York Minster. If you just follow the perimeter wall, you'll find me eventually," unless of course we were walking in the same direction at the same speed. Hmmmm. Anyway, as I was speaking to Simon, I noticed a group of about fifty tourists being led around the haunted spots of York, by this guy all dressed up and stuff. They had stopped so that those at the back could catch up and the guy leading it could address them all . . . I guess. I could hear Simon on his mobile saying, "I've lost my friends," and the woman he was speaking to (a tourist, on the ghost tour) saying, "Really? Which way did they go?" or something like that. A few seconds later, from amongst the column of tourists, I heard this lunatic shouting out, "Jon-teh! Jon-teh! Jon-teh!" whilst running towards me with his arms flying around in the air. Let's just say he received a few odd looks. But, yeah . . . it must have looked pretty odd - this crazy guy, flapping his arms around, running towards me at full pelt . . . so . . . yeah. That was that. We made our way towards The York Arms where everyone else was . . . although maybe in different sections. Hmmmm.
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20:16 . . . the Hole in the Wall.
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20:43. Well, this is York Minster by night. I think the contrast/brightness needs altering slightly in these pictures but, er . . . well, these are the originals. I've changed the thumbnails but not the main images. Make of what you will. These were probably taken as we walked from, erm, the York Arms towards Ye Old Starre . . .
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. . . which I suspect is this place here. There's only the one photo of this place, taken at 21:36. I don't remember much about this place.
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So this is surely the Punchbowl (if this map's right anyway), the penultimate pub of the crawl. These were taken at about 10pm, if you're interested. Even if you're not, they still were. Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Fine.
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Yeah. So this is the last place tonight (well, for York anyway) - The Judges Lodgings. These pictures were taken some time between 22:15 and 22:30.
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Anna and M**** . . . on the way to the train station. York train station was a bit of a mess, though. There were no toilets (closed), no one on duty who had any idea . . . about anything and the train that was meant to be taking us back was cancelled. Instead, we had to go by coach. Well . . . the journey only took an extra 10/15 minutes or so, so it wasn't that bad. Somehow, Dave managed to end up in Newcastle. So, not only did he get the destination wrong, he also somehow managed to get the mode of transport wrong. I've no idea how that happened. Upon returning to Leeds, I think just Liz, Simon M and Anna had the stamina to go anywhere else. M****, Simon (her brother), Beccy and myself all went home. And that's pretty much it, I guess.
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