They do sell Bass at the local supermarket, I think.

And following on from Greg's post, I can manage Leeds, York or Newcastle.

 

York aint bad as it's just 30 minutes on the train. Leeds is manageable, but the train journey is over an hour. Newcastle is also dead easy for me by train.

They should be more carful.

 

(It doesn't get any better than that!)

9th for me is fine!!

The 9th probably suits me. although it's my mum's birthday on the 10th. I wonder if I could convince her that visiting her friend in Harrowgate that weekend would be a good idea...

Pffft! If I take the train down (which is my usual method of transport, ever since I crashed Airwolf), I pass through Darlington at a perfectly respectable time of day, and return the next day at an equally respectable time, having spent the intervening nocturnal hours in Steve's dog basket. With Steve's dog.

More's the pity....

Let's provisionally plump for the 9th, then, and perhaps likewise for Leeds - one train journey for most.

Who's up for it, then, and who wants the cat basket/snake vivarium/lizard vivarium/kip with my missus?

Yes, and I'm really glad you and Steve's dog have such a healthy relationship :)

 

I was also more wondering about saving some hassle by bogging off home later that night. From York I can get a train just after 11:30 which gets me back. With further away places, that might not be possible. And you've got the dog basket :(

Four hours on the train! Bums! That's 2/3s of my journey to Scotland. But wait! What if I come home then...

 

Ok, I'm a provisional if I can arrange to get home on the sunday and can have a place to stay and store my worldly goods.

Grand. My better half says she wouldn't have you again anyway, after the disappointment with the loofah.

Bind the Sheffield possie to you with chains of iron on Friday night so they're obliged to clank after you all the way back up to civilisation on the Saturday. And bring their women too. Especially Dyl's.

I might bring my second best woman if she's around these parts at the time. Ricard00, get your tongue back in your head.

Oi! Shankill butchers, get him!

But you are more than welcome to a night of stolen delight with either Ginger, Sweaty, Hiss or Evel. Or indeed a sofa. Your worldly goods will be forfeit, however.

Dammit. I have some good worldly goods.

They're my goods now Dave SkeletonBoff.

Slag.