York, 30th Sept

08.30
Another delicious Premier Inn breakfast.

09.20
Head into Hull, we make appointments for the two best buildings we have found, and ask if burtons would be willing to give up another. I look for Wifi, but can’t find it anywhere, not even in cocking Starbucks, who supposedly have it (for free). End up having to go into a hotel that is still situated in the 1950s.

12.50
Look around shop on Whitefriargate in centre of town. Perfect. If it wasn’t surrounded by scummy pubs and boozers.

13.45
Go for lunch in Prezzo. Have to leave due to gas leak.

15.50
Head to York.

16.30
Enjoy one of the fruit teas I stole from the breakfast bar this morning in our fresh Premier Inn room.

16.34
Fresh Premier Inn wears thin. I leave the tea and head into town. Bump into Sam and Stuart as I am hanging around outside Sam's place of work*. After a bit of faff we go for drinks and dinner and plenty of drinks and some drinks. York seems to be based on the concept of two for one cocktails. Or 2-4-1 as it’s correctly written. There are plenty of really actually nice bars in York. A genuine treat after fucking Hull. Or “Dull” as I have hilariously called it.

*I do actually know these people, it should be pointed out – I don’t (regularly) make a habit of hanging ‘round with people I meet arbitrarily on the streets.

11.50
I leave Stuart and wander round for a bit. Find a couple of flat roofed premises next to drinking areas, and so celebrate by accidentally stumbling-into-a-bar-and-ordering-the-most-expensive-drink-I-have-ever-ordered-in-the-shape-of-a-£9-martini. IS A MARTINI NOT JUST A MIXTURE OF GIN AND VERMOUTH?!!! Surely that means each shot of alcohol is over £4 in value. Unless they put premium olives in. Premium-three-pound-each-olives. Imported directly from Tuscany.

01.30
Stumble out and try to find way home. Find couple of late night clubs, a little bit out of the way. Somehow muster the wherewithal not to go in and see. York seems to just be a Northeners version of Norwich. The hotel we are staying in is obviously the Magdalen Street side of town. I get chatting to the bouncers outside what transpires is the only gentlemen’s club in town. Stumble home and battle with the three door swipes I have to get through