York
After a brief episode of dry retching on the main Tadcaster/Wetherby road Stephen dropped me back at home to conclude our mad afternoon/evening around York and Tadcaster Saturday night. A day where copious gills of gin and JD was drunk while I played innocently outside the King's Arms with an unopened prophylactic, attempting to look like a chicken with only one teat like wattle. A couple at the next table found my routine hilarious, but maybe thought I needed carrying away. Stephen was unusually silent on the occasion. I don't want to bore anyone with a catalogue of pints drunk, cocktails swallowed and our lingering hope we'd find a nice man with an interesting stash of uppers, downers, acid or mescaline. But this is York 2011 and not LA in the 1970's so I think we were on a hiding to nothing. Having been dropped off along from the Barbican we walked up to Pivini for our first Cider, while coming up that road to the Merchant's Adventurer's Hall next to the...