"Doing some archeology, madam?" said the Viking to the Lady in Leopard-Print
(Written, like, a week ago!!)Last week myself, Ross and Rob left the sunny climes of Brummiegum for the distant Northern shores of York. Thinking of how erratic the weather had been here of late, and considering how far north York is, I packed plenty of jumpers and trousers so that I could comfortably brace the torrential downpours and blizzards. However, upon our arrival into York, though it was a bit late at night, it was lovely and warm. And the next day was sunny and lovely. And so was the next day. Oh well....
The purpose of our visit was to see Laura before we all had to go back to uni, and also cos of the fact that she visited me in Paris, so it was only fair she do the whole tour guide thing in York. It was also an opportunity to allow Laura to be "hardcore", since her York friends, kinda, arent. So we arrived at around 9p.m, ate pizza by 10pm, got pissed by 10:15pm. And so carried on until the wee hours of the next morning, catching up and generally having a good time. Next day we did a bit of sight-seeing, and we visited the highly amusing Viking Centre. It all started when we were waiting in the queue, and some dude dressed as a Viking, complete with huge, sharp-looking sword, began questioning us. He was quite rude really, because the first thing he said, to Laura (who was wearing a leopard-print top) was "Did you kill that yourself, madam?", whilst waving his sword maniacally in her face. Next he questioned Ross' degree, and asked what exactly he designed and stuff, just being pretty negative generally (though, at least he didnt call it "a degree in drawing and colouring-in" like I do.) Despite his rudeness though, we went in and had a look round. It was all good fun, all these mad people dressed as Vikings, but talking normally, much to Rob's disappointment. They took us round on this thing that was a bit like a ghost train but it was going through a viking village. Afterwards, there were loads of activities for kids, so being the children we are, we all had a go at writing our names in runes, drawing pics of vikings, and investigating random bits of stone and bone. This would have all been good innocent fun, had one of the Vikings not taken... shall we call it, a liking?.... to Laura. Every so often he'd just pop up behind her and ask what she was doing, in a loud, boomy voice. The second time it happened, i joked that he was really scaring her, hoping he'd go away, but oh no. At one point he scared her so much she jumped and ran away, so this viking turned to Rob and said, in a loud voice "Very jumpy isn't she, sir?". Rob kinda stood there. And stood there. And, finally turned back to the Viking and shouted "YES SIR, SHE IS!!" After that I think the Viking got scared and found someone else to scare the crap out of. At least this one didnt have a sword though....
The aforementioned Viking also pissed Rob off by telling him his drawing of a Viking was shite. "It's a good picture sir, except for one problem - Viking helmets did not have horns. It was made up by the Victorians to make them seem more evil" (there ya go kids, you've learnt something) Rob was, well, it's fair to say he was upset after this, and grumbled all the way home, and in to the next couple of days.
We also visited the Minister that day, which was nice and pretty, and we sat in the lovely gardens and chilled for a while. I forgot to mention that, before all our Viking adventures, Laura and I took Rob shopping, to buy him some less trampy clothes. By the time we'd finished he looked like a real man, rather than a drunk student. Hooray. Then at the end of the night we all went to a place which played a lot of Indie and had a jolly good time.
The next day we decided to go on the York Eye - it's a bit like the London Eye, except you can't see the Houses of Parliament, or a river, or Big Ben. What we could see was hills, and fields, and most of the town, and a cliff with a white horse on the side (which Claire says was natural but I don't believe her!) After that we did some more walking around town, investigating this, investigating that - general investigation. And then we walked on the city walls which (you guessed it) go all the way round the city. We were looking for some particular part to get off the wall so we could go to Bargain Booze (ah yes, classy kids, us), and so once we'd finished wandering the walls we went back to Laura's and, yep, you guessed right again, started drinking. Under normal circumstances, we wouldnt drink quite this much in the space of three days, but since hearing that Lol's uni friends were anti-hardcore, we felt like we had something to prove. The place we went that night was even better than the one before, it just wasnt as crowded. And they played RATM and other stuff like that. Made me miss Eddies.
Overall, our time in York went almost completely problem-free. No missed trains, no burly metro police, no sleazy freaks (except for one guy in one of the pubs we went to, who thought it was acceptable to grope my arse, not once but twice!! I swear I was drunk enough to consider slapping him.) Just a very nice, well-deserved holiday. What follows now is two weeks of rushing between Dordon and Polesworth and Birmingham and Asda, followed by Lolly coming back down for a week or something so more drinking and shopping I imagine!
Yay!!
posted by Kim @ 9/14/2006 05:54:00 pm
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