Following last night’s all-star Swithen outing, a smaller band ventured onto the town this evening.
This morning I got up early, was waiting outside for the library to open, printed my essay, handed it in, went to European Theatre, pottered around and generally felt terrible from lack of sleep throughout the day: it’s almost like being drunk – dehydrated, lack of anything brain-related – despite the fact that all I had last night was a small port.
We toddled along to the campus bar, which was open early for some cheap end-of-term drinks, but we all seemed to be feeling a little under the weather.
Then back home for a change of clothes and some high-energy dance music and I started to feel more awake.
We had to run across slippery mud to catch the Leeds bus – I practically ran in front of it to stop it from leaving without us. The student union in Leeds was pretty nice, and we walked down through the civil quarter to the station: certainly was busy on a Friday night, lots of people out for ‘a good time’.
But the evening really started to swing once we arrived in Wakefield: we tried to find somewhere with good music and customers from something approximating our age-group. We failed. That said, there were a few establishments that we didn’t venture into, put off just a little by some ridiculous entry charges.
So a pizza, haggling over taxi fare and an episode of South Park rounded off the evening. Our Phil leaves early tomorrow morning, so we all said our goodbyes.
I really need some decent sleep tonight.
I’ll be heading into Leeds again tomorrow to seek library books for my next couple of projects, and then heading back to Lancaster on Sunday for a family Christmas. I’ll get to meet the new cat.
I have some photos from yesterday to upload into the Bretton section, and I’ll get ’round to it when I can.
