Kenny booking his train, ladies and gentleman, is the setting of the date and everything in stone.

I can do the next weekend.

Forcible tieing to a lamppost and arming you with a crossbow and arrows it is then.

(I don't think I can make June at all, tbh. }}}money{{{)

Aww that's bab and shit and then bab again. FIND A WAY KOSSYWOGGLE.

Maybe if i design a super awesome logo ricardoo will buy my ticket for me, and pete will make him upgrade it to first class!

 

sorry :-$

I reckon i'll be there at least for some of it.

:-&

This is creeping up swiftly now. Anybody else interested?

Given that we always seem to end up faffing loads about where to eat, would it be a good idea to think about that now so we can have a plan and idea? And maybe even *gasp* book a table?

 

I recall that pub we went to last year was actually nay too bad.

 

Also is there anything else anyone would like to do while in York besides heavy liver abuse? I've always wanted to that swrod / axe shop wherever it is.

What's the current plan for this anyway? Is anyone stopping over? Mr Manthorp - is there any room at the inn?

The clue is in the thread title.

:(

The place with the giant Yorkshire puddings? I would definitely be up for going there again.

How come Yorkshire Puddings aren't just called Puddings when in Yorkshire?

Oh man I would LOVE to have one of those puddings again!

 

 

 

(and the same company, of course)

Possibly for the same reason that the French Horn isn't called "The Horn" when in France?

Yes it fucking is.

It is, of course, called the Cor Anglais. On that basis, in God's own county it should probably be known as the 'Everywhere Else Pudding' or perhaps even the (perish the thought) 'Lancastrian Pudding'.

it is notable that a similar phenomenon of casting responsibility across the Channel occurs with the condom: in England it is known as the French Letter and in France as the Capeau Anglais. Why this should be case, and what they have in common is an interesting point of debate.

Perhaps it's because they're both abominations for which both countries wish to blame their traditional enemies. The only common feature that occurs to me is that I can fit neither on my knob.

Save me some ketchup! :)