That's right, I just put YOLO. Deal with it. Had a great week, which involved food (as always), including a home cooked steak and ale pie, homemade vegetable kebabs with cous cous and takeaways. All this cultured eating is great for opening the taste buds to different cultures but as I am currently injured (Gregley King) it isn't doing my weight any favours. I am getting fatter. Alcohol + food + no exercise = fat.
Had a few quiet drinks on Friday night on Ecclesall road for Sainty's birthday, it was a good night but I was saving myself for the day and night (Kid Cudi style) in York for Mid's 30th.
York
It was a glorious day on Saturday and we made our way up to York about ten, I had a nagging mini hangover but luckily I wasn't driving. After a few games of the Alphabet game (football teams and players) we arrived about half 11. When we arrived all the group had been on it since 10 so we had a big of catching up to do. The drinks were flowing and I hadn't eaten (schoolboy), I managed to fit a sausage roll in from the heavenly shop that is Gregg's. After getting refused from about 4 bars as we were in a group we managed to reside in a pub called Tiger 10, just over the bridge. It was brilliant in there, everyone was starting to make their way onto various levels of tangledness, me included (bearing in mind this was about 4pm).
Hen parties galore, arm wrestling, moustache's and comedy dancing ensued. Then it got to about 6pm and we headed to our hotel to get ready for the night out. The shower in the room was intense and my memory from here on in is vague at best. Gav thought it would be funny to kick his shoes off at me again, so I made sure one went out of the fire escape (didn't want another 'Taxi-Shoe Gate' like last time), long story.
So, we got changed and went back out to Tiger 10 again. It was just as good at night as it was in the day. From here on in I remember less and less after every bar. So after asking everyone in the morning what happened I found out I was the drunkest man out of everyone and my hangover confirmed this. Some of the texts I sent were 'Find Me', 'You Herd' and 'Help'. I also got refused service at the bar for being too drunk, first time for everything. Even though my memory is vague I know it was a quality day and night. I would recommend going to anyone.
Goats
Today we had the classic Sunday lunch with my dads yorkshire puddings and the conversation turned to goats. Watch the below clip, it made Thorney (brother in law) cry with laughter and snort out some gravy:
There are plenty more where that came from, its just brilliant.
Song of the Week - Dizzee
Not my usual choice/type of music but I just can't get this song out of my head. Its catchy and annoyingly addictive. "I don't need no ketamine......."
Quote of the Week
"If you stop working at a career, it goes away. When things are good, that's when you have to work harder, because otherwise it will disappear. And if you don't work toward it, you're not really appreciating what you've got. "
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