Day 5: York

Total old person sightseeing today. Off to Yorkminster for a tour. In fairness it is pretty awesome and I did learn that St Nicholas is not only the patron saint of children but also of prostitutes. How nice. Bus tour in the afternoon, on which I fell asleep for a bit in true Grandpa Harris style. Ended up chatting to a really sound woman from Newfoundland, Canada, who suggested we get a curry. So we did. Typical shit looking place with hilarious (without meaning it) waiter but awesome food. She, or rather Jenn, is the manager of the Rabbittown Theatre Company (good name) and one of those people who is totally warm and cheerful and good.

After din dins Jenn went off to a concert and I headed back to an old man pub on the river I had been to yesterday. Sat outside having a few pints while a few groups of dickheads or dullards sat and then left my table. Eventually four guys who seemed totally non-threatening and a bit silly sat down. One of them told one of those "you had to be there" stories which was so bad it was kind of good. Got chatting to them: from Sheffield and Rotherham, civil servants (but not overly pleased about it), late 20s/ early 30s, had been on a stag weekend but stung it because they couldn't be arsed and the other folk were dicks (or something along those lines). Ended up getting some great chat with them and went for a visit to the minster which, of course, led to a rather interesting arguement on theology. Well, perhaps not as interesting for its profound conclusions as for its alcohol fuelled silliness. Anyway one of them makes t-shirts on the side so go look: http://www.dirtyface.co.uk/ Don't be scared by the font, its confusing but the t-shirts and the guy are quite sound.