York races, part 1

To celebrate the splendid Polly's birthday a mob of the usual suspects descended on their Alma Mater (York) to drink, eat and gamble at the races. Having all survived the various horrors of their journeys they headed into town hitting the Hansom Cab (scened of many a horror in years gone by) amongst others.

The inestimable Jib-cub was roused out of his den and was on fine form and not changed a bit, the last time he was scene was some 11 years ago, whilst claiming tiredness our hero called it a night around 1130. He purchased a kebab on the way home which he promptly forgot about and put in the freezer much to everyone's surprise when discovered the next morning.