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The Internet abounds with banal articles about where to go and what to do for the perfect date. The park, the seaside...yawn. Perhaps we should all just descend into middle age now. After dragging the Other Half out into the sun and (more importantly) away from playing Portal 2, we acted like children and, well, we loved it.
1. Run up/roll down Clifford's Tower. If done whilst slightly tipsy, this can be especially hilarious. Try and roll yourself into a ball and aim, cannonball style, for little children and innocent geese wandering around at the bottom. The cuter the child, the more points.
2. Go to York Waterworld. Situated a short bus ride away in Monk's Cross shopping park, a trip to a swimming pool may not seem particularly romantic. But with flumes, a wave machine and the heady scent of chlorine, it's bloody fun.
3. Play the Poundworld/Poundland game. Rules: go into Poundland and bring numerous items to an assistant to be priced. The more items you can ask about before they get annoyed and tell you to get out, the more points. For example, “Excuse me, how much is this toothbrush” “Um, a pound.” “OK...how much will two of those cost then?”
4. The charity shop challenge. This doesn't have to be strictly limited to charity shops, it works just as well in normal shops too. Simply find and try on the most hideous outfit possible you can find. Then post the pictures on Facebook and have other people vote which one is most vomit-inducing.
5. Create the ultimate sandwich. Visit York Hogroast on Stonegate and get the ultimate pork roast sandwich, stuffing and all. Then visit the Cornish Pasty Company and get a pasty of your choosing. Finally visit any good York bakery and get a large slice of pizza. Put the pasty inside the hog roast sandwich and then wrap the whole thing in pizza. Enjoy the delicious artery-clogging taste and the inevitable heart attack afterwards.
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So, unless you've been hiding in a cave in the Himalayas for the last month or two, you'll know all about the Royal Wedding. I've never thought of myself as a staunch royalist but sitting all dewey eyed in front of the TV I got swept up in the romance of it all.
Clutching my 'Kate n Wills' souvenir mug from Tescos, myself and the Other Half originally decided on a cynical, disinterested drinking game. But when it came to it, I couldn't bring myself to sully their smiling faces with cruel hard liquor. Tea seemed far more genteel and so the Other Half and I carried on that very British tradition of drinking tea and making snide comments about something that we secretly like. Rule Britannia.
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