Leeck's Birthday

My birthday was on the 17th. I also became 17 on that day.
This makes me the youngest 'geohasher' (i haven't actually done any yet) in the UK.
I think it is important that new, younger people (like me) start geohashing - I, and all of us on this site, would hate to see the adventures end!

17th November

On that day we went to Nines, in Cambridge.
It's a sort of global buffet place (mostly asian)
The food was rather nice. In fact, throughout it all, I did a sort of review:

garlic bread rather ok
the pizza is pretty good, crunchy hard bottom
the rice is nice
they had a 'sausage skewer', which is actually just a sausage on a stick. also unusually cold, but enjoyable
basic noodles, ok
very good popcorn chicken
cantonese (?) pork was very nice
the spring onion tastes funny to begin with but eventually starts to taste like onion
cucumber has a cute pattern
chicken nuggets taste like the ones from mcdonalds
ketchup similar to the kind you get from a hotdog stand
the place was visually appealing, but the toilets were in a weird location

I managed to eat three plates. And a neat thing about me is no matter how much I eat, I always stay thin as a stickfigure.
in my opinion, the place is an 8/10. Would really like to give it a 9
I didn't get any pictures of the food, or the place. But I did like this fountain-thingy just inside the entrance

Afterwards we went to the arcade in tenpin downstairs. I've been there many a time before.
played on a couple of the machines, but i'm not the most into amusement-type games
One game I do like is 'piano keys' - correctly play a string of notes on four chunky plastic keys to win tickets.

i managed to get the high score!
With only two pounds spent I had earned many tickets.

That meant I was winning an average of 135 tickets/pound.
I started to wonder if this was a viable method of purchasing things:
would it be cheaper to buy the thing outright, or, if it was available as one of the prizes, earn tickets and get it that way?
before i could ponder however, I dropped my mentos on the floor.

side note: this broken machine still uses windows xp(!)

With that, the day ended.
But the celebrations were not over - the adventure was only starting

19th November

I awoke on this day in a premier inn in Crewe,
having driven there (not by myself (yet)) the preceding evening.
standard premier inn look, feel, and smell.

After breakfast, it was time to go:
out on the road and on the rail -
to Crewe station, to catch the train.

and off it went, up the west coast mainline,
through Runcorn and Liverpool South Parkway to the oldest terminus in the world, Liverpool Lime Street.

There was lots to do in Liverpool, but nothing particularly interesting about any of them.
As such they have been compiled into a list below:

A cool looking building
Some colourful rocks
A seagull that begged for food for some 15 minutes straight. I gave it cheese. It did not stop
A view from the end of the platform looking back towards the station

Liverpool was a nice place. Although perhaps not really my kind of place. Not to say it was bad

Dinner was had in the beefeater.
I finally obtained the sacred bottle of barbeque sauce.
i had been searching for this treasure since the summer! Across Britain!
From the Isle of Wight to Saffron Walden to Crewe!

And what was I to do with this holy condiment?
put it in a chicken sandwich

20th November

today it was chester.
and i found chester to be nicer than liverpool, probably because i prefer the old-type city to the big-type city.

there was lots to do and see;
the christmas market was on,
there was the cathedral of course,
and also just the general atmosphere of walking about was pleasurable.

(framed weirdly here because of some people who would not move)

i walked around the city wall, saw the canal,
and not one, but two squirrels.

so my weekend in the north west was great.
forgive my lackluster recollection of details,
for I have been very lazy in finishing off this page.

and, to finish off -
a motivational quote from a toilet somewhere in chester.

rounds of applaud for this man who, instead of doodling something phallic or derogatory,
decided to lift the spirits of those who read it