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The first thing I noticed about Leeds was the size of the buildings. Actually that’s the second thing I noticed. The first was that it was really fucking cold, and as usual, dressed in a thin suit jacket, I was woefully unprepared for these types of temperatures. (Oh the sacrifices we must make for fashion.)
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James Taylor2006-08-23 16:02:08
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Firstly it was the size of a small cathedral (I got comprehensively lost within the first few minutes) and secondly it was really good. Not that I’ve ever been in one, but it seemed as if we’d stumbled into some massive London super-club, replete with claustrophobia inducing dance floor and annoyingly vocal DJ’s. Those sorts of places normally aren’t my bag, so fortunately this wasn’t it. Corridor’s, walk-ways and tunnels led to various other rooms and bars. We Established ourselves in a bar playing vaguely indie music and I’m sorry to say I drank and danced, copiously.
Due partly to a prolonged and boisterous chorus of nasal and rectal emissions, orchestrated by my comatose roommate, the night was not a restful one. So, on waking, the inevitable; “you must be fucking joking its two O’clock, Oh shit it’s two clock”, moment wasn’t entirely unjustified.
The afternoon was spent gingerly nosing around the city, Steve showing me the sights, not that there really are any, me attempting arty photographs, not that I’m good enough too take any. Leeds by daylight is actually quite pleasant, much nicer than I was expecting. It seems to have struck a harmonious balance between ornate and grandiose Victorian architecture and 21st century minimalism. The results are surprisingly effective.
Patronizing an “all you can eat buffet” is on of those ideas that seem very clever at the time and very stupid an hour later. This occasion was not an exception. Steve had previously remarked at the lack of children around the centre of Leeds. So, Question: where does everyone in Leeds who is under the age of 13 go on a Saturday afternoon? Answer: to Wokmania, our Thai buffet of choice. What kind of name is Wokmania anyway? I certainly didn’t see any Woks when I was there, and except for the screaming hordes of tweens I didn’t notice any mania either. The term Wokmania
“A psychopathic loner who will do anything for his
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