This weekend I decided to venture out to a desolate, barren place ............. I hung on tightly to the steering wheel of my car as it got battered by the bitter wind, and I watched as an empty kebab wrapper was blown across the bleak vista.
"What soul-less, friendless place have you found yourself in?" I hear you cry. Leeds actually.
Being from Lancashire, you do understand that I cannot visit Leeds without a few derisory comments ......... it all stems from the War of the Roses you see. Which Lancashire won. Oh sorry, did I accidentally mention that? [wink!]
I know you are wondering why anyone in their right mind would want to go to Leeds, but it was all in a good cause. I had tickets to a charity ball in aid of The Meningitus Trust and was attending with my good, but northern friend, Sarah.
The event was held at a place called Elland Road, which I believe is something to do with Football. [note: by the way, I forgot to take decent pictures so please excuse the quality, I didn't have many to choose from].
The bash kicked off with a buffet consisting of unintentional 'retro' food such as melon balls and pineapple and cheese on cocktail sticks. The only things missing were the rabbit jelly mould and that blue pop which makes children bounce off the walls.
Next came the charity auction and how we guffawed when we read through the list of booty. Some of the items were quite respectable - a special edition Gordon Ramsey cookbook signed by the man himself - but others prizes were a little less tantalising shall we say. They included a 'This Morning' beach towel set and a t-shirt signed by Noel Edmunds which raised £2.50. I had to reprimand Sarah because she got auction fever and accidentally spent £12 on two signed Jeffrey Archer books that she didn't want.
Next up came the raffle and I couldn't contain my excitement when I realised that one of the prizes was Victoria Wood's rain mac. Needless to say, I didn't win anything, but I didn't put it down to bad luck, but more to the fact that I hadn't bought any tickets.