Who's The Daddy: From Oasis weekends to tea and cake in York
Now and again, you need to go to your happy place. Somewhere you can switch off and just enjoy the moment. And last weekend we went to ours. York.
Apologies if this offends die hard Lancastrians but there’s something about that place that makes me and The Boss go a bit gooey.
Weekends away have changed a lot from our Roaring Twenties, back when it felt like every night out was like being on tour with Oasis and hangovers were something that happened to other people.
We’ve both been off the sauce for quite some time now, and evenings on the town have changed a lot since the days when Eric Cantona rampaged across the football pitches of England and alcopops had just come out.
The whole weekend was essentially a belated wedding anniversary present to each other - a week late because Daughter #2 (currently on shore leave from working the cruise ships around the Caribbean) was back to hold the fort after a few days in Krakow with her mate.
So we checked in, chilled out and spent the afternoon doing what middle-aged non-drinkers do of a weekend in one of England’s great cities - seeing the sights and pointing out how much things cost in shops, before it’s time for tea and cake.
After that, dinner at the Italian where we always go in York, and then off to the cinema to watch the volcanic The Drama - worth the ticket price alone for the incendiary wedding scene. Like, hell’s teeth, they’re actually going through with it? Delicious.
Then we ran the gauntlet back to our hotel of, how can I say this, hordes of revellers in a life-threateningly advanced state of refreshment, that when you’re stone cold sober looks like the moment of realisation in a zombie movie where the main characters realise that the society they once knew is done for.
Quite ironic really, as it was 28 Years Later since we got married. After that, an eight-hour deep sleep that a toddler would be proud of then a breakfast that was as much art as it was food, and then back in the car and home.
We were only away for just over 24 hours but it felt like a week. Properly rejuvenated and a few quid lighter but worth every penny. It’s weird, but we’ve had a dry New Year, birthday and now an anniversary (from memory the first of each since the 1990s) and I’d say we enjoyed each one more. Put it this way, I can remember every minute and my head wasn’t pounding like Reni’s drum kit.
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