Wakefield- Pietastic!

An unexpected Bender, but the planets aligned, and myself, Shouty and Crespo headed off too Wakefield, to a bash organized by Plus One to celebrate his recent nuptials in Poland. All three of us have a high regard for the night life of this town, and after sinking plenty of ale, and a couple Polish vodkas, Sprocket took us off to visit the town oddly named Mexican Quarter. (It is named so because it has a night club called Havana, the locals grasp of Geography would appear to be a little wayward). This turned out to be a most lively spot, and we even downed a very generous serving of Long Island Ice Tea, something which I was to pay a heavy price fro the next day. We stayed down this "Quarter", which is really just an alley, till about 3:45, when we all began to run out of steam. That is when Jonesy introduced to a local gem. A pie stand that was open till the early hours. It has a little neon sign showing the way, and the queue up the stairs was long, but it was well worth the wait. It has been years since I have finished the evening off with some decent grub, instead of the usual dodgy kebab shop, or burger van. Steak pie, with chips and peas, and they had proper sauce containers, instead of those wanky sachets. Result. Wakefield is rapidly becoming my West Yorkshire bender spot of choice. Superior to Bradford, choice wise, and not as hard work as Leeds. It was only £30 home in a taxi, even though me and Crespo fell out big time about who got dropped off first. And if you are reading this my handsome friend, I gave the cab driver a fiver worth of change when you were at the cash point. I am sure there was some buffoonery afoot, but will have to confer with those present, as after that ice tea cocktail, my memory gets a bit hazy..