So to York to visit archaeology student son and to see Tim Vine at the York Grand Opera House. (These things arranged in order of importance obviously – although Tim Vine was very funny and son was…well not as funny to be brutal)
York played ball and the weather was lovely, so wandering around was a pleasure rather than a chore. The photo above is the entrance King’s Manor which is where archaeology is based in York uni – not the worst place in the world to study actually. The Kings mentioned in the title were Henry VIII and Charles I who both stayed there (er..almost certainly) or knew it existed at the very least. Either way, it is a lovely building and the toilets are very clean. I don’t think they are for public use (it’s not what you know – it’s who you know) so don’t just wander in – there will probably be a scene.
We had a wander round the shops which was nice for me and tolerated by other members of the group. I had my first ever meal in Nandos and I am able to report that although my lunch was quite mild, spicy rice does indeed make your lips go tingly.
In the afternoon, we had a nice drink by the river. An idyllic type thing. Then we went to see Mad Max at the flicks. What on earth is all that about eh? No idea. It’s supposed to be dystopian and I don’t feel able to argue with that. I’m not really complaining – I did enjoy it. You just have to hold tight and get on with it. Very fast and very furious. Don’t worry too much about the plot because, unless I am very much mistaken, there isn’t one.
Then back to the hotel eat crisps, drink wine and watch the end of the Eurovision Song Contest. I haven’t seen it for years and this year, it seemed to consist of everyone shouting “ANYONE BUT RUSSIA” really loudly at the telly. My favourite bit was Nigella giving the British scores. She reminded me of a young Katie Boyle.
On the way home – had to take in Ikea in Warrington. I LOVE Ikea but we live in Devon so it isn’t felt necessary to bless us with a store within the next five years because we are still living in caves and knitting our own cheese.
And now – now I am pooped.