Comments on: A Weekend Away

By: CherryPie

CherryPie — Fri, 11 Jun 2010 09:36:14 +0000

Thanks, I hope you have fun on your weekend away

By: CherryPie

CherryPie — Fri, 11 Jun 2010 09:35:29 +0000

I thought the word free might be a strange concept to you

Now I come to think of it perhaps I should start charging house guests, it might keep the unwelcome ones away…

By: Ginnie

Ginnie — Fri, 11 Jun 2010 05:48:01 +0000

We’re getting ready for one such weekend coming up, Cherie. So glad you had a chance to get away.

By: Andrew Scott

Andrew Scott — Fri, 11 Jun 2010 00:25:00 +0000

“Friends are always welcome – no fee”… To a Scotsman that all sounds like a very strange way to behave indeed. Cultural diversity though – each to his own, or something like that. My motto is more something like “Piss off everybody, and by the way you owe me five quid.”

By: CherryPie

CherryPie — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 23:31:27 +0000

Ahh! the blue bicycle, I can’t complain it delivered what it promised and it was delicious

Well I do have a red bicycle here but I think it would make boring viewing… You might charge me a fee for exiting the exhibition site! As for minimum spend in my coffee shop – friends are always welcome – no fee

By: CherryPie

CherryPie — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 23:15:10 +0000

Everyone needs a little escape and a rest

By: CherryPie

CherryPie — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 23:14:18 +0000

Crowds of girls like that = scary!!!

However I did get approached by I guy whilst I was crossing the bridge on my last evening in York!

By: Andrew Scott

Andrew Scott — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 18:29:33 +0000

“The Blue Bicycle”?

I am hoping the actuality offered more than the name promised; but if it’s the sort of thing you are into I’ve got a Black Bicycle ready for viewing up here (£10 Entry fee plus a minimum £5 spend in the coffee shop, aka the kitchen).

By: jameshigham

jameshigham — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 18:28:13 +0000

Sometimes we just have to have these times.

By: MTG

MTG — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 18:18:17 +0000

Yep, Saturday night in York is a risque adventure for the man without chaperone.

Concealed along its narrow streets are Hen parties awaiting the unsuspecting. At any moment a scantily clad lady will emerge from the shadows of a shop doorway, drawing a very strange looking water pistol with intent and a knowing leer.