The Death of My Beloved....

Well today has been a devastating. My beloved have been relegated and quite frankly it hurts. It marks one of the most depressing days of my life (sad i know but i bleed black and white.) Do i think we are going straight back up? Possibly, but who knows. Ironically, I feel worse than when I broke up with Sarah. I just can't quite bring myself to tears though. I will tell you this for free. Relegation sucks donkey nuts! Still loving the toon though and nothing will stop me. Not even Mike Ashley and his loyal band of idiots (most of whom have left anyway)

Big love to you all and of course NUFC

xxxxx

Survival!!!

Well as I am sure you know, I am a massive Newcastle United fan. I am sure you are also aware we are on the precipice of relegation. This is a video I have made as a way of showing the severity! CMON THE TOON.........HAWEH!!!!

Also today is the debut of a new look! A brand new logo thanks to TCL and a whole new layout!

Enjoy

xxxx

Nu Metal (of sorts)

Well guys whilst paroosing around Youtube I came across the best pieces of music ever. A metal and rap fusion. Here are a few videos from this guy. I love this fusion and I am sure those who like metal or rap will agree!

Enjoy

xxxx

YDS Logo!

Right guys I am appealing for some help. My older blogging brothers both have logos for their blogs. Sadly I appear to not have a proper one, nor do I have the software to design one. Please can someone point me in the right direction of suitable software. However should someone offer to do a design for me (I come up with it and someone draws it)I am more than willing to pay for a few beers for a night out!

Big love to you all

xxxx

Yo Ho

Here is the song Wrestler dude taught us in Jesters. Took DUD Rock and I a while to piece it together but after a bit of searching and rememberance, we did it!!!

PS I did most of it ;)

i put my cock right on her toe yo ho yo ho
i put my cock right on her toe yo ho yo ho
i put my cock right on her toe she said hey sailor thats way to low
get in get out quit fucking about yo ho yo ho yo ho

i put my cock right in her eye yo ho yo ho
i put my cock right in her eye yo ho yo ho
i put my cock right in her eye, she said hey sailor youre way too high
get in get out quit fucking about yo ho yo ho yo ho

i put my cock right on her knee yo ho yo ho
i put my cock right on her knee yo ho yo ho
i put my cock right on her knee she said hey sailor youre teasing me
get in get out quit fucking about yo ho yo ho yo ho

i placed my hands upon her tit yo ho yo ho
i placed my hands upon her tit yo ho yo ho
i placed my hands upon her tit she said hey sailor youre squeezing it
get in get out quit fucking about yo ho yo ho yo ho


i put my cock right in her clit yo ho yo ho
i put my cock right in her clit yo ho yo ho
i put my cock right in her clit she said hey sailor keep banging it
get in get out quit fucking about yo ho yo ho yo ho

i put my cock right in her mouth yo ho yo ho
i put my cock right in her mouth yo ho yo ho
i put my cock right in her mouth she said fkskfnsfsa;fs;f
get in get out quit fucking about yo ho yo ho yo ho

and now shes in a wooden box yo ho yo ho
and now shes in a wooden box yo ho yo ho
and now shes in a wooden box from sucking too many sailor cocks
get in get out quit fucking about yo ho yo ho yo ho

and now we'll dig her up again yo ho yo ho
and now we'll dig her up again yo ho yo ho
and now we'll dig her up again we fucked her once, we'll fuck her again
get in get out quit fucking about yo ho yo ho yo ho

Big love to you all

xxxxxx

WEMBERRRRRRRLY

Yes guys this is it! The third and final part of our awesome weekend. Anyway, Dave and I had only had about an hours sleep unlike Sam who had a fair amount! Anyway still reeling from the night before and feeling completely crap we leave my house at about 9am for the bus. I wanted to get there early should we encounter problems with the tickets. We go to Somerfield first to get some recovery supplies. In my case a Ginsters pasty and a Red Bull.

We get the bus to the station. Upon arrival to the station we head over to the ticket office where the cashier alerts us to the fact that as we are travelling as a threesome (not that 3sum guys) we would get discounted train fare. This made us somewhat happy. As a bunch of poor bloggers, any savings that we could find would be welcomed. We get the 10am train direct to Waterloo, well I say direct, we come across yet another mare! Someone in Swaythling station (which is like Poppleton to York) had died whilst crossing the track. He had electrocuted himself somehow (confirmed on South Today a few days ago.) This meant we had to head towards Fareham which is towards Portsmouth. Now my geography is not the strongest in ever but I can tell you, we were heading the wrong way. Eventually, we head off towards London and all is well. During the trip we give it the YCFC chants as per usual and gradually we get to London. Sam decides to take a few cheeky snaps of Big Ben and the London Eye. This was his first visit to London would you believe it?!?!

At Waterloo, we head off straight to the Underground where I warn Sam of the pitfalls of staying on the left of the escalators! Watching burly Southerners run past would have served as sufficient warning though i suspect. On the train taking us towards London Marleybone, we came across this weird guy who was asking us whether this was the train we wanted. We just pointed to our YCFC shirts and said we dont have a clue. Sadly he was next to us and kept on talking to himself. He was a rather dodgy fellow to be honest. The three of us look at eachother in bemusement and do our best not to laugh until we get to Marleybone. We get there and a state of confusion falls upon us. We head over to the overground section and we think we see our train. We run around for a bit trying to fathom out if this is indeed our train. Eventually, thanks to an elderly woman we figure out it is our train. We get on it and we see several Stevenage fans and the odd splattering of YCFC. We give it the chants again in an attempt to rally the troops. Sadly nobody was upto the task. We arrive at Wembley Station and OH MY WORD! We are over awed by the view of Wembley. It is a beautiful piece of architecture. That arch is rather orgasmic (this could be the civil engineer in me.)

As we exit the station, guess who we see bumbling past us!!. Yes thats right, the same mad man we saw on the trip to Marleybone. Somewhat stalkerish wont you agree. Blatantly a Stevenage fan though. We walk down Wembley way and head under some bridge. On the wall we noted a mosaic picture of Michael Jackson along with other notable people. Dave and I decide to have our photos taken next to the legend (closest we will get as we wot be going to the live shows!!) We continue on our way and think about buying flags and scarves but we decide to save our money for beer and programmes. First thing is first though, we had to go and check out and see if we would be allowed into Wembley due to lack of tickets. We head over to the East stand where York City representatives were based. I explain my situation to the cashier there. She asks me for my details and she goes over to talk to her superior. Sam, Dave and I huddle up praying and hoping that we would be allowed in. Suddenly she comes back with 3 tickets in her hand. RESULT! We are allowed in. Not only that, but we got upgraded to CLUB WEMBLEY seats. We totally jizzed in our pants when we realised. This meant that it was easier to get to beers and we would have comfy seats. Also, the tickets had a face value of £40 and we only paid £30. We were each a tenner up! Happy days! We get in, take some photos and buy bottles of Becks and head off to our seats. We are sat there in our seats and then Yorks anthem blasts out the sound system. All 3 of us in unison all sing out our hearts "CITY AT WEMBLEY, CITY AT WEMBLEY, CITY AT WEMBLEYYYYYY."

At 2pm, the match kicks off. In fairness, we should have got something grom the match. Despite what reports say Stevenage were not all over us. We had some of the better chances. Most notably in the 1st minute. However as the game wore on, they gradually got into the match and they scored 2 damaging goals. Our motto for the match was, win or lose, there will be beers. We lost, so we bought beers! However just after half time, the 3 of us had a moral victory. Behind us were a couple of guys with this flag draped over several seats. It was indeed a YCFC flag. It had not seen the light of day since promotion of '93. We took a few photos and sang the legend song at the owners of said flag!

After the match, we headed back into London. Sam wanted to do a bit of sightseeing. Sadly we were unable to see much as you really need a full day or so to enjoy the fruits of our capital. We were able to see the Eye properly as well as the Houses of Parliament. Sam was particularly drawn to the Duck tours. This was a bus that also went along the Thames showing you around London properly. Sadly we had to book in advance to get on. We decide enough is enough and we head back into Waterloo station for a Burger King. Now this in itself was an experience! I ordered a super XL Bacon Double Cheeseburger meal. Now the guy at the til clearly mis heard me but thankfully the man in charge picked up my order. He went on to check the guys work to notice his mistake. What ensued afterwards was quite hilarious. The boss winds up being quite short with the poor guy barking orders at him basically making him feel quite small. I found it to be an over reaction in all honesty. We wound up eating our meals and getting the train back to Southampton. When we get to Southampton (with no delays thankfully) we head straight back to my house to chill out. We attack the rest of Alcohol in Emergency (bought the night before/morning.) We each have a few glasses of Vodka and Coke before we decide to head off to Jesters. Jesters is a nightclub in Southampton which was voted by FHM as the worst club in the UK if not Europe!

Before leaving my house,we also messed about on the computer for a bit. A wee bit of Facebook and Youtubing and eventually we wind up on badgerbadgerbadger.com. This lead us to invent the following song

City city city city city city city city city city city city FA Trophy. This went on for a while and we sang it on the way down to the Palace of Dreams (Jesters.)

Upon arrival into Jesters, we all took note of the rather pungent smell, however the guys thought it was betetr than Galwa, which of course it is. Later on Sam tells me he wants to try out these famous Jesticles that I had told them about. We queue up waiting for a while and eventually get them. For some reason, they did not seem to have the usual kick that they usually do. Maybe it was the fact I was surrounded by Yorkshire folk and my tolerance automatically goes up. Who knows. Sam then decides to go for a tab and we follow him out. Well I say we follow him out but I somehow managed to "pull" some lass. We spent a bit of time talking and "dancing" and I urged Dave to get with her mate. I say this due to the fact that I saw her say "he wont dance with me" and looked rather dejected, Dave never picks up IOI's (indicators of interests to my non pick up peeps.)

After a spot of more dancing, we head over to a seated area indoors where we meet some of the biggest legends ever! I ask them if I can nick one of their seats to which they said yes and we wind up talking to them. We give it the legend song purely for the seat loan and off starts a friendship!!! One of the guys, who we called wrestling dude, taught us the following song

"I placed my hand upon her toe, yo ho! (yo ho!)
I placed my hand upon her toe, yo ho! (yo ho!)
I placed my hand upon her toe
You're drunk! You're drunk! You're way too low!
Get in, get out, quit fucking about! Yo ho, yo ho, yo ho! (Yo ho!)"

After this, it gets a bit hazy is all honesty. I remember exchanging chuck norris quotes and then somehow moving on to talking about wrestling. This is where we find out that wrestling dude is part of the SWA. This is where he got the name Wrestling dude by the way. SWA is the Southern Wrestling Alliance. Wrestling dude offered to take us to Fratton which is where it was based and give us basic lessons. At the time in our drunken mess we agreed to do it. Also we felt it would have been the perfect ending to an unbelievable weekend. We parted ways at the exit and we stumbled off home. When we got home, we deliberated with Sam whether he would be ok with travelling back so late and having his job affected. This boy is one stubborn fool. We went to bed agreeing we would do it.

When we woke up eventually, we were still certain we were going to do this. It was not until we get to the station to meet Wrestling dude that Dave starts thinking about money. He and Sam decide to catch a train straight back to York. They hurriedly buy their tickets and dash off quickly to try and get to the train. I head off telling Wrestling guy we cant make it as Sam and Dave had to go back. Two seconds later I get a call of Dave saying they missed the train and have to wait 30 mins for the next and if we wanted to do wrestling again. Dave was keen but also not at the same time. Sam was buzzing and I could tell he wanted to do it. Much like I did but the head ruled the heart and we parted ways. Me heading off to watch the rest of the Spanish Grand Prix and Sam and Dave going home.

Well guys this weekend has been an experience. The Yorkshire invasion was well worth the copious amounts of money we all spent. Over the Summer I want to try and top this weekend. It will be hard but Goddamnit we will try. Blogging these fun times make me miss them and wish they were coming up now. Today is the Lynx Bullet Launch Party in Manchester. Had it been due to funds or lack there of, we would have been there. By that I mean Dave and I of course. Sam is taken afterall hahahaha! I am home on June 10th anyway seeing as I have things to do. Most notably needing to sort out a Summer job. Would love the job at Atkins to be honest. Would be an amazing experience much like Corus but well thats another blog entry to be honest. Anyway thats it for now. TCL and DUD Rock all have blogged their way through their time down here. All of us have our own version of what happened. Worth reading to be honest.

Big Love to you all

xxx

Ballack Going Nuts

Also from the Chelsea v Barcelona fiasco, I came across this little gem on youtube. Yet again 2 posts in one day and in quick succession!

xxx

Curry And Metal!!

Whats up guys! The second part of the three part weekend bender here!! This is the day that Sam (TCL) is coming down here after work. He was due for arrival at 9:40pm. So anyway, Dave and I awoke fairly early in the morning for some unknown reason despite not getting to sleep until 4am. Regardless if that, I have my shower slowly get ready and go check on Dave to see if he is awake. We doss about for a bit talking about the night we just had and wishing and hoping that it had not been over and contemplating going to the launch party up in Manchester. After a short while, my house mate, also called Dave, came up to the living room and wanted to play Rock Band 2. So he wound up playing one song before leaving, giving us a chance to play. Our very own DUD Rock failed to get through any of the songs proclaiming that he was still drunk/very hungover. Deep down we all know he just does not rock hard enough (joke) haha! We read a bit more of Zoo, and by read I mean staring/perving at naked pictures of Bang Tidy women, for a while longer and to cheer up Dave. At this moment, a mare strikes. This has the potential to me a huge mare! I realise that the tickets for Wembley had not arrived. I try frantically to call York City ticket office but it comes to no avail.

Eventually hunger strikes Dave and we head over to Subway. Can't quite remember what it was he had indeed ordered but his first observation is that Northern Subways taste so much better than Southern ones! While in Subway, I try again to call York City but I reach the decision that they are closed and heading towards Wembley. After that, we head over to Varsity for a few beers. Yes thats right guys we went for more beer despite the fact that we were destroyed by the other night. As per usual, Dave bought a Cider and I bought more Beer. Carling Extra Cold to be precise. We sit there checking out the talent for a while. I pipe up and ask Dave if he would like to play a game of Pool. He says he would like to and we play a game. Sadly, I pot the black before clearing up my balls hence meaning that the jammy git beats me! Fortunately I equalise later by decimating the poor lad later. We decide to leave it at that until some hot lasses go to play some pool on the other table next to our. Dave and I look at eachother and decided to go play another round of pool. This would act as a decider aswell as get close to BTL! As the match progresses, Dave points out that the lasses would momentarily glance at us and then get back to the game. I never noticed this but in fairness we are Yorkshire so it is inevitable. Regardless of that, I won the deciding round of pool and leave it at that. We go back to the house for a while and Dave reads Zoo some more while I watch cricket and think about what night out we can plan for Sam. Suddenly it strikes me that I should call Wembley up and try to rectify the issue at hand with respect to the lack of tickets. After being placed on hold for a few minutes, I get through to this rather polite women and explain my situation. She explained to me that there was a good chance of us getting in but warned us not to hold our breath. I take some solace from that and the knowledge that with my bank card and suitable id we will get in (it has happened to people I know before.) Anyway I explain this to Dave and he appears to be relieved by what I told him.

After a short while, about 6ish, I decide that I am hungry but I dont know what Sam is doing food wise. I text him to see what he wants to do. Sam being Sam, he takes a while to text back. Eventually he does and claims he does not mind what we do. I tell him we should go for a curry when he gets back. After this I tell Dave we should go to the Dungeon. This is a nightclub that plays Metal (or so we thought!?!) all night. I decide to go to KFC and get a large portion of popcorn chicken. Dave decides to come with me and get some too. Upon eating these we go for more beers and watch the Championship Playoff semi final between Preston North End and Sheffield United. Needless to say we both wanted the Blades to win. They drew 1-1 but the Blades had an away goal! Anyway we stay there for a couple of hours and I tell Dave we should head off and meet Sam at the train station.

We had already consumed a fair few pints of beer already and we sit at the station people watching. I send a text to Sam telling him which platform to exit from. Eventually the train arrives and Sam emerges. We all give eachother hugs. Proper bromance is you ask me :D! Anyway I notice that the bus we want is waiting at the stop. We run towards it and the bus slowly moves away. We all shout out at the bus in the hope it would stop. Fortunately it did and we were very grateful to the driver. I broke the news to Sam about the ticket fiasco. He seemed somewhat concerned however was happy to go along with it. I also told him about the Dungeon. He seemed very pleased by this and thus dubbed the night Curry And Metal night (hence the title.) We get back to my house, all get ready to go out (collar popped cool yet again) and head off for curry.

Once we arrived at the curry house (Kohinoor) we sat down and all ordered our drinks. I was angling for a mango lassie and Sam wanted Kingfisher. Sadly they had neither so all three of us settled for pints of Cobra. Anyway, the time came to place our order. I ordered a keema naan and a lamb madras. Sam and Dave placed their order too. During the interim time, we discuss Wembley and the night out we had planned. Sam kept saying how much he loved Southampton. It would appear curry and metal is all it took hehe! Eventually the food came and Sam and I decide to leave a bit of each others so we could taste what we ordered. I was fairly happy with what I had ordered. Now I had a bit of what Sam had and in all honesty it was daaaaaaamn spicy. It was so spicy that I had to turn to my Madras to cool my mouth down. Crazy times happening down here you thinking? You would be right. Eventually we ate our meal and downed our beer, paid up and then headed off to the Dungeon. While heading down, we gave it the York City chants! They were the following;

City at Wembley
City at Wembley
City at Wembley
City at Wembleeeeeey

Which was basically our Wembley anthem. There was also

I say Minster, you say.... MEN
me: MINSTER
them: MEN
me: MINSTER
them MEN
me: MINSTER
them: MEN
everyone: WHEYYYYY.

And everones favourite;

We are fucking Yorkshire and we fucking love it na na na na hey na na na na hey!

Eventually we make it to the dungeon after 10 minutes of chanting. Now I cant remember exactly what songs were played but here is a low down on what I can remember. There was some Paramore, Rammestein (Sams choice of song), Slipknot, Aerosmith, Metallica, Guns n Roses, Papa Roach, System of a Down, Tenacious D, Disturbed, Pendulum, Linkin Park, Killswitch Engage, the Dr Who theme and last but not least LADY GAGA! Thats right peeps. Lady Gaga and Poker Face was played at the club. Sam, Dave and I just looked at eachother and just burst out laughing. Sadly for Dave and I, We requested Nightwish be played (Amaranth in paticular) but it was not played. Also I requested Slam by Pendulum however we got some weird version. Sam and I had planned to take our tops off and do the dance/mess about the fat guy does on the video of it. However we decided against doing this as the proper version did not come on. For one song (the name escapes me) Sam and Dave head off and try a spot of moshing. They were left with a bad taste in their mouth when nobody seemed interested in joining in. I would have helped out but being Yorkshire, I refused to leave beer behind! We reach the end of the night at about 2am and we decide on walking home giving it the old York chants again. We did this until we got to our street and for obvious reasons we decide to stop. When we get into the house, we decide we did not drink enough and we want more. However the possibility of not waking up and missing Wembley loomed large in our minds.

At about 3am and deliberating over what we should do, I told the guys I knew of a website that would deliver alcohol to our house, assuming it was open. Indeed this place was and Dave and Sam were left buzzing by the thought of alcohol being delivered here. Needless to say, we ordered 8 cans of Fosters, Pringles, Vodka and Coke as a mixer. It came to £25 which is a bit of a rip off but we drank through the tins of fosters and watched family guy off my DVD player. This place is called Alcohol in Emergency. This was the 1st time I had ever used this place and in fairness it seems like a really good business model. It should be available in all cities with students as it has potential to grow into something big. Would be better if the prices were more accommodating thought! Tiredness as slowly kicking in and Sam was gone by about 5. He could barely keep his eyes open and the same could be said for the rest of us. Eventually we all decided to go to bed and leave the night as it was and get up for about 8ish so we could get the train early into London to solve any problems we might get with lack of Wembley tickets!

Anyway guys, here endeth part 2 of our three part escapade in London/Southampton. Another big read and I hope you enjoy our endeavours thus far. We most certainly have.

Big love to you all

xxxx

Didier Drogba Hip Hop

Two posts in one day!! Aren't you guys lucky. I found this on the interent and deemed it worthy of YDS. If you remember the rant that Chelsea centre forward Didier Drogba went on after the Champions League semi final against Barcelona then this will tickle you somewhat. Tomorrow will be part 2 of our epic blogging weekend though.

Enjoy

xxxxx

Lynx Bullet Fun Times

So guys, here we go. The first part of a three part episode of the greatest weekend in living history! Picture this, it is late Wednesday/early Thursday and I am unable to get any sleep due to the sheer excitement pumping through my veins. I eventually get to sleep but wake up at about 10ish and get myself ready to meet Dave (DUD Rock.) Anyway, Dave was due to get into Southampton Central at 2:22 and was accompanied by the foods of the Gods otherwise known as Yummy Pigeon. We get to my house and we head off to Somerfield inorder to get some Black Sheep. Dare I say, this time I did not lose said Pigeon as it was consumed in my house and not in a massive queue in London!!! In preparation for BTL, Dave brought down a copy of Zoo which we perved over for a fair amount of time which made us both rather happy

Anyway after fine dining, we leave the house, collar popped cool of course, and we make our way to the station I discover a new ticket which saved me about £10 overall which included all underground needs aswell as the return to Waterloo. Upon arrival to London we make our way to the underground where we come across our 1st mare!! Now I appreciate most readers here will not be familiar with the Underground however it has to be one of the worst experiences ever! Our mare occurs at a stop called Bank. When we get there, we need to make a change in order to get to Liverpool Street station. Little did we know what fate would befall us! Upon arriving at the platform we needed, I see a hoard of people waiting to get onto the same train as us. I turn to Dave and say "we are now about to experience true Underground travel" Anyway we all somehow fit into the train but we are packed like sardines. Everyone is huddled up together and I wind up saying to Dave, albeit rather loudly, "Someone in here smells rather nice!" This lead to a few giggles from Dave, me and several train goers. Eventually we get to Liverpool Street station having barged our way through a few people. However we now reach the point of our 2nd mare!!!

Our 2nd mare occurs via the fact that we had no idea where Cargo (the venue for the party) was. I thought (this being the operative word) that my phone with its swanky gps system and sat nav would find it. Sadly this was not the case. It found everything else but the club. We decide to head toward Shoreditch station after 20 minutes of confusion and eventually we come across a map detailing of where we needed to be. Thankfully a rather friendly Londoner (yes they actually exist) helped us out and told us where to go and eventually we wind up outside the club!

Upon arrival we notice a huge Lynx Bullet can lighting thing with light protruding from it. Then a millisecond after that we notice a collection of BANG TIDY LADIES. We waited in a queue getting ready to go in and several Lynx babes were walking up and down the queue spraying guys and offering free samples. Now at this point I would like to point out that Dave had bought some before he left York and he gave me one (legend.) Now I add this because when the BTL approach us, we point out we bought some from Boots already in preparation for said night. Needless to say, they were very impressed. They asked us if it had been working to which Dave unequivicallay says yes. He has afterall been AMOGING back in York and I am witness to this, I of course have pulled a little bit too! Anyway I receive a high 5 off one of the Lynx babes. This would be the start of us owning London and the party!!

Eventually we get into the club and our initial reaction was of disappoinment. We look around and take note of how small the club was. We go on a wander around the club to check out whats going on and we slowly get at ease with it. There was the main seating area where the bar was, there was a dance floor where a few of the BTL were "stationed" and an outside terrace for smokers and people wanting fresh air! We go buy beer and cider (beer for me, cider for Dave.) Now Dave and I have noticed we have one weakness. We cannot say no to BTL. I say this as there were free drinks on offer that came in the form of shots of something very alcoholic and very strong and very disgusting! Anyway a couple of BTL offer the shots to us and we duly oblige. This was before we knew of the taste! We neck it, pull a funny face and go off to dance. Now for those of you who know Dave and I together when we dance we both get together and pull off a certain pose! Now this pose being DX! Dave assumes the position of HHH while I am Shawn Michaels. In doing this, I notice (Dave probably did too) that the Lynx babes kept noticing us. After a few more shots of God knows what, and more DX poses, one of them approaches us and tells us she likes our crazy nature. She stays with us for a bit talking to us asking us where we are from and what we do. She also points out that one of the BTL is from York. We never did find out which one it was but we quite happy that we were wel represented! After a while we get a photo with her each and she heads back. We get back to doing our thing, walking about and we spot a booth. Upon closer inspection we notice that Lynx babes are in there offering a photo opportunity with them. We decide it would be cool to get an official photo so we await our turn. For my photo I actually turn to them both and say "You know what ladies, this is a dream come true. Not everyday I have 2 beautiful women on round me" They giggle as I leave and thank them and we wait for our photo. We await for our photo to come out and we get an apology from one girl saying that the photos will be some time. As we wait the same girl talks to us for a bit. To my amazement she was actually aware of what Civil Engineering was (at that point I could have kissed her.) She turned out to be from Brighton and was at Uni in Loughborough ( I should have gone there dont you agree?) Eventually we get our official photos and we go back to buy more alcohol and free shots! We dance some more and Dave somehow manages to get a kiss (albeit on the cheek but still...) off one of the BTL. Naturally I take a photo of this. It is a contender for pic of the year for sure. Eventually we head over to the seating area where there is an X Box and PS3 there. Why there needs to be such gadgets around when women are around to be perved on escapes me but we did not go on it. We sit down and Dave, buoyed from the kiss wants to hit on the more "common woman." He devises a plan of action (POA if you are Browny heh) but in the end we decide against it. We go outside for what was meant to be a brief moment but we end up sitting taking the odd photo and sit by a table drinking cider. I challenge Dave to a match at table football which of course I won. Next to the table sat an older woman. She talks to us for a bit. She was from Lincolnshire and was accompanied by her husband and 2 kids! This was very weird to us. Why would kids go with their parents to such an event? Anyway we wind up talking to her and her husband for a bit and slowly it appears to me that Dave is pulling her. Unwittingly nonetheless but still pulling. I sat there wondering why the husband did not give a fuck over this and it dawned on me. They were swingers. They wanted a 3 some with Dave and they were being subtle about it. The women plants a whopping great kiss on Dave as we are about to leave.

Now we come across our biggest and best mare to that date! Yes guys there are more mares to come in the up coming parts! We exit Cargo and try to make our way back to Liverpool Street. We wind up asking several different people how to get back as in our inebriated state we could not remember our left from our right let alone anything else. We get to the station and Dave tries to get a ticket for the Underground. We stood there together trying to find Waterloo but it is nowhere to be found. We both type it out thinking we were unable to spell!!! Only after 10 minutes of ranting and raving at the machine do I then realise we are using an over ground machine! I yell at Dave to quickly get downstairs to the underground and eventually we get a ticket to Waterloo. Fortunately, the tube was not busy at all and eventually we make it back to Waterloo. The journey from there to Southampton was painless. We just slept a bit as we had naff all the morning before! We get a taxi from the station and get back to the house. It is about 4am in the morning and we await the arrival of our 3rd blogger and good friend Sam (TCL).

That night was one hell of an opener to our greatest weekend ever. Alcohol, women and Pigeon. Stay tuned for the other 2 days of action. All packed with Yorkshire goodness. I hope you enjoyed reading part 1 as much as I enjoyed the night. I doubt it but you never know haha!

Big love to you all

xxxxx

Yorkshire Invasion

Well guys, the best weekend ever is officially over. Stay tuned over the next few days as I shall be blogging on what awesomness we did!

Big Love guys

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The Weekend Begins.........

Well guys as we speak Dave (DUD Rock) is on a train headong down to here to Southampton. As has been well documented on TCL, DUD Rock and YDS, a massive 3 day bender is about to commence as of tonight. Dave should get to here at 2:22 (spooky or what?!?) accompanied with Pigeon! Well tonight, we have the Lynx Bullet Launch Party which promises to be full of BTL (Banng Tidy Lasses) which promises to be fun filled as well as photo filled heh. Tomorrow we have a proper night out planned with the hope of going to a strip club which is always a good laugh and Saturday will be awesome with Wembley. I just hope these bloody tickets arrive soon otherwise we are screwed. Anyway, the dream shall we lived soon!

Big love to you all

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R&G Is Dead....All Hail YDS

So as you can tell, I have changed the name of my blog. I did not feel that Rhythm and Gangster was an appropriate name for my blog and have finally given it a proper title. Yorkshireman Down South!! It is of course correct. I am Yorkshire and I live down south for Uni. Hopefully the links on TCL and DUD Rock will still work to get you here.

Big Love to you all

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