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11 minutes ago, Monkeys Fist said:

Pics or GTFO. 

 

 

 

( have you explored the Priest’s hole, btw?

I won’t tell you where it is… don’t want to spoil the fun :lol:). 

I was told about it when I booked the place by my uncle.so I asked at reception with the quip of 'mind you I saw enough of it at Sunday school' it didn't quite hit the note I wanted it to ,😂

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The band was for someone's birthday. It was a 60th and they've just asked the pub to host it. Bands finished now but it was a great vibe. All having a laugh. Coach has just come to collect em. We've had a great laugh with em. Lovely.

 

I fucking love it the further north you come. People are just nice. 

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There's a mini music festival currently being held at the rugby club behind our house. I was going to pop along since it's only a fiver entry but I'm absolutely cunted after a horrendous night with the lad and trip to that fucking Swedish flatpack furniture labyrinth today.

 

Back on topic for the thread, our summer holidays might be a non-starter this year. Look like we're moving house again (for the third time in three years) instead. So I'm sat in the garden listening to the music from the rugby club trying to decide if my knees are up to the job of laying 50sq meters of laminate again or if I'm just going to phone it in and go with a mix of vinyl and carpet for the downstairs. 

 

On one hand I do think this one might actually be a great move for us in the long term and the Mrs and kids all seem genuinely excited for once, but at the same time the thought of doing this all over again in the middle of the summer holidays with four kids in tow really puts the hoor into Hooray.

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Just back from a few days in Sydney, aussie mates complaining about the cold when it hit 20 degrees one day :razz:

 

Lovely city which I've never been to before, great food start to finish. 

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12 hours ago, Blastronaut said:

There's a mini music festival currently being held at the rugby club behind our house. I was going to pop along since it's only a fiver entry but I'm absolutely cunted after a horrendous night with the lad and trip to that fucking Swedish flatpack furniture labyrinth today.

 

Back on topic for the thread, our summer holidays might be a non-starter this year. Look like we're moving house again (for the third time in three years) instead. So I'm sat in the garden listening to the music from the rugby club trying to decide if my knees are up to the job of laying 50sq meters of laminate again or if I'm just going to phone it in and go with a mix of vinyl and carpet for the downstairs. 

 

On one hand I do think this one might actually be a great move for us in the long term and the Mrs and kids all seem genuinely excited for once, but at the same time the thought of doing this all over again in the middle of the summer holidays with four kids in tow really puts the hoor into Hooray.

 

Good luck mate whatever you do. Moving house is a massive upheaval. Done it 5 times myself, fucked myself financially in the process through fees, moving costs and taxes. Could have all been avoided if I had pushed myself and bought the right house first or second time!

 

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2 hours ago, wykikitoon said:

My mate moved to Perth and he was at the football a few days ago and he sat there in a scarf and hat. It was fucking 14 degrees 😂

Probably should have worn more. 😎 

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Went to breakfast this morning. Wife asked for a Latte. Got told it would be charged to the room. I laughed poor young lass didn't know what to do. I had a chat with her about her day etc.

 

Come to check out got asked if we enjoyed the stays etc. told them it was lovely until I was told I would be charged for a Latte. I thought spending £360 for the night would cover a Latte.

 

It's a canny place the bar is really cool. We shall be back but in winter.i bet it's stunning in winter.

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Wykiki dispelling the myth that Yorkshiremen are tight by coughing up £360 for a hotel room before quickly restoring it by complaining about paying for a coffee 

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Uh oh, Wykiki is riled again....

 

"So I decided to treat t'missus, Brenda, to a fancy night away. You know, break the routine. So I booked us into this swanky hotel, cost me a princely £360 for one night! Three hundred and sixty quid! I nearly had a heart attack just typing in me card details. Brenda, mind, she was buzzing, all excited about the 'luxury experience,' as she called it. I was just hoping they had decent tea bags, not them flimsy ones that tear as soon as you look at 'em.

T'room was grand, I'll give 'em that. Plush carpets, a bed you could get lost in, and even tiny bottles of shampoo that smelled like a French perfume shop. We had a decent enough evening, even if I felt a bit out of place even in me best trousers.

Come morning, we head down for breakfast. Now, I'm a full English man, me. Bacon, sausages, black pudding, the lot. You can keep your English tapas muck Fish. Brenda, though, she gets all high and mighty. "Oh, I'll just have a latte, darling," she says, all prim and proper to the waitress. I just grunted, thinking, 'it's just a coffee, Brenda, not a royal decree.'

We finished up, and I was just about to head off to find me car when the waitress comes over with a little slip of paper. "Your invoice, sir," she says, all smiles. I took it, thinking it was just a confirmation of the room, you know. Then I saw it. Right there, staring me in the face, plain as day: "Latte: £4.50."

Four pounds fifty pence! For a bleeding cup of milky coffee! I tell you what, me blood pressure shot up faster than Wiggins on steroids. My feathers were properly spiraling, I can tell you. I felt like I'd been mugged in broad daylight, but with a silver spoon and a polite smile.

I paid it, of course, because Brenda was giving me the 'don't make a scene' look. But as soon as we were in the car, I let rip. "Four pounds fifty! For a latte! I could buy a whole sack of t'Yorkshire Tea for that! It's an absolute disgrace, Brenda, a robbery in plain sight!"

 

Four pounds fifty though. I'll never get over it. Never. CUNTS.

 

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Just back from a weekend in Hunstanton. Who needs pintxos in San Sebastian when you can be watching a ropey ABBA tribute band on an open-air stage in Sunny Hunny? :lol:

 

 

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