I was sent there on a job once, as a young apprentice (17 years old and a little thinner than I am today) from my base in Manchester.
I got the machine I was working on fixed by lunchtime so I thought I'd grab a pie and a pint before heading home. Walked into a bar, and the barman said "What can I get you, love". I said "Sorry, didn't know it was a gay bar", at which point two burly fuckers stood up and glared at me. "You calling us poofs?". I was tad worried but the barman intervened and asked if it was the "love" comment. "Aye" says me. He explained that it was fairly normal for men to call other men "love" in Leeds.
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so back to Wales then ?
Or Coventry.
Leeds is a bit shoddy I cant stand the place. Wanted to go to the Uni but soon realised that not going there was a blessing in disguise.
That's the best thing about Leeds - leaving
The M621 climbs a hill out of Leeds, I've always been fascinated by the way my spirits lift as I ascend it.
I was sent there on a job once, as a young apprentice (17 years old and a little thinner than I am today) from my base in Manchester.
I got the machine I was working on fixed by lunchtime so I thought I'd grab a pie and a pint before heading home. Walked into a bar, and the barman said "What can I get you, love". I said "Sorry, didn't know it was a gay bar", at which point two burly fuckers stood up and glared at me. "You calling us poofs?". I was tad worried but the barman intervened and asked if it was the "love" comment. "Aye" says me. He explained that it was fairly normal for men to call other men "love" in Leeds.
Scarfed my pie and my pint and fucked off.
Never been back since.
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