Due in Leeds on Friday, I decide my trip is jinxed as I run out of money promptly on the Thursday. James being lovely an all gives me a surprise birthday prezzie of lots of money, so I take £50 to Leeds, and think that’ll be enough Arrive in Leeds, midnight, meet Matt for the first time, who is lufferly! We end up in Queens Court - marvellous. Like KuBar but without the charm Got to meet up with a guy called James who I’d been chatting to online, as well as his bloke Jon who goes by the gaydar ID total_bastard, even though he’s not at all. James is eevil and forces me to dance. I suspect though that it’s all a ruse to try and keep himself upright as he’s waaaay too pissed and staggering a bit. We all somehow end up piling back to Dan’s for more drinks and conversations, James promptly passes out and snores wonderfully whilst the rest of us watch shit music television and laugh at fake breasts in music videos. Conversation veers wildly and drunkenly between Michael Moore and sex (fortunately not Michael Moore having sex, as that would be a little hideous). Dan’s new house is very sexy! 3 floors, ground floor has garage, computer room, toilet & shower, laundry room, middle has kitchen, dining and living rooms, and the top floor has 3 bedrooms and another toilet & shower. And Dan has the biggest widescreen television in the WORLD. We (somehow) wake James up and all traipse upstairs. The three of us are in a cupboard with a bed which Dan calls a spare room - I get the bed, they get the floor. All three of us snore loudly and sleep far too long. Dan’s mum complains of the house vibrating Eventually we manage to wake up and get up. James isn’t hungover at all (the bastard) but Dan and Matt seem to be pretty bad - I’m mostly ok and Jon’s just quiet. More telly watching and then we drop those two at the station and go out into the Big Wide Northern World to go and achieve breakfast. Wander about in the cold for what seems like hours until we settle on a lil café for sausage, then we head back to the car and head home. Those two go for a nap and so I wander down to the computer room and sit online for a few hours gossiping with people. Our plan for the evening is to go to Manchester and get very drunk James discovers he’s too skint to come out, but the lovely deev takes his place and manages to run from his house to Leeds station in about 10 minutes, which is no mean feat at the best of times, and today, Deev is very hungover. VERY hungover He arrives just as we do, coincidentally just in time for us to completely fail to get the next train by about 5 minutes, a grim prelude to the fun I’ll end up having the day after. I’m buying a ticket to Manchester and have just put my card into the machine when Dave suggests that as it’s half hour to the next train and that he’s not gonna be drinking, he might as well drive us. We all agree, and drive Dan’s car round to Chez Deev + Charlee, switch cars and then zoom off over lots of hills to Manchester. We arrive just in time for pubs to close, luckily for us, Canal Street is mostly open, so we pop into McTucky’s so I can stuff my face full of chicken (unshocker) and the others can be somewhat warmer, as winter appears to have arrived. We head off to Via Fossa and sit about chatting and drinking for a bit. Giggling at the clientelle proves fun entertainment for a while... We head off to the Rembrant. Good god that place has changed. There were half the people in there that there used to be, and it’d been decorated to look like an accident in an Ikea shop. Still, cheap voddie, so I wasn’t complaining We decided to try and find a 24hr shop as we needed fags and food and cashback and fun things like that. Annoying fat patronising bloke in shop informs me that he will have to charge me extra as my £4.99 card purchase isn’t £5. I buy a milky way. That teaches him My card is<