It is at least two and a half years since I left Leeds to migrate -like other migrating species- to the south of England.
On Thursday, we (my girfriend and I) caught the fast train from Kings X station to Leeds, and after 2.5hrs we were waiting for a cab outside Leeds train station. We met our friends, spent a notable amount of time talking about the shitty weather and women started chit-chating. I left them and paid a visit to the Borders bookstore to check some new books, drink a banana-strawberry smoothie and relax! We later met in a posh bar /restaurant , where we had a nibble and started to consume the first bottle of wine for the weekend (and believe me, it was a smooth start). The next morning I was woken up by an armed robbery taking place just meters off the neighbourhood. Apparently, according to the police, the robbers ditched the getaway car just on the edge of the neighbourhood and they set it on fire.
That was a rather cruel way to wake up, especially while having a hangover!
Later on, there were police officers cordoning the street and questioning the residents around the hood.
Around afternoon, I met a friend of mine and we went for a stroll around the Leeds Market to buy some greek feta cheese and greek-style spinach-pies. (At this point I want to note that my girl bakes a much tastier spinach-pie!) We grabbed a cup of coffee and spent the next few hours checking the new collections in Waterstones Bookstore!
That night we were invited to a party that was dominated by Greeks, Spanish, Italians and Portuguese! It was sooo colourful, so intense and there was enough booze!( At least for the first half hour)
We downed Budweisers, white wine, rose wine and when everyone was desperately looking for booze, I found half bottle of
cachaca. Given the fact that it was rather difficult to find brown sugar and lime to produce the famous
Caipirinha , I tried to be innovative and used
Lilt instead ! Apparently it works just fine!!!
The party was a success (mostly because of the venue and its host, Nuno)
When we returned home, around 4.30am, I cooked some pasta (
Spagghetti con pomodoro e basilico) and we downed another
Chardonnay.
After another hangover and a rather late awakening, a strong cup of coffee always makes things better!
Saturday night. Fancy a burito and a jug of sangria??? or rather two jugs of sangria and a couple of margeritas for the ladies... Great food, even greater booze. ( what is going on, am I addicted to drink or what?)
Sunday morning, no sign of a hangover, thus it was my turn to cook breakfast. A rather classy english breakfast of eggs and bacon served on white toast bread, and white coffee.
We then walked to the Millenium Square where there was an art exhibition on display
(Earth from the air) and after spending an hour in HMV listening to new releases, we then figured that we were hungry again! We chose italian this time and we did enjoy it! (two bottles of
Chardonnay were consumed)
Sunday night was an alcohol-free night which we spent watching the Backstage footage of the Greek Playmate 2005 contest... The girls and the presenter weren't interesting enough, I must admit!
Early in bed, early up, caught the train to kings X and we are back in our normal life.
I did feed the goldfish! I have to change their water though!
Photos are on their way...
