After a few cheeky drinks on the hour long train down to York from Newcastle, we were feeling a bit peckish. We headed to Bella Italia on Lower Petergate for a spot of boozy brunch (read: a little bit of brunch, lots and lots of booze). We were spoilt to a huge variety of foods, including everything from Full English breakfasts, to frittatas and maple syrup drizzled pancakes, all helping to absorb the pints and prosecco.
Once we’d got ourselves sufficient sustenance, we headed down to the iconic York Dungeon on Clifford Street – getting a flavour of the city’s rich and dramatic history. Our personalised tour took us 2000 years deep into the most gory and gruesome parts of York history, including the torture chamber, the vengeance of the Vikings and the eerie mist of the Plague. We saw, heard, felt and even smelt (ew) everything within the city’s murky past and got some serious scares (some more than others!) along the way. Before we knew it, the hour and a half tour was up and we were ready to get out and back to normality. The hairs on the back of our necks have just gone down…
We all met at The Hilton, just behind Clifford’s Tower and dusted off our dancing shoes before meeting our professional choreographer for a dance class we’d never forget. By this point of the day, it was seriously hot and the booze was really starting to kick in (that’s our excuse for our performance, anyway). We ended the Dirty Dancing class recreating the famous lift scene, with six girls and our very own Operations Executive, David Forrest (he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since) and even saw our MD, Matt, freestyling to MC Hammer’s Can’t Touch This. Our group’s star dancer, Amy Reid, won herself a bottle of prosecco for her ad-lib twerking in the Spice Girls dance-off. Needless to say, we polished the bottle off before heading to our next venue.
Last, but by no means least, we arrived at Slug and Lettuce on Back Swinegate for our cocktail class. Our lovely host, Jonny, gave us a rundown of exactly how we were going to make our cocktails, then it was up to us. A lot of mixing, twisting, shaking, swearing and glass shattering later (yes, that really did happen), we had ourselves a delicious cocktail, as well as a new skill under our belts. We wish we could tell you about the rest of the night, but between around 30 of us, we can only piece together about 20% of the night, so we’ll leave the rest to your imaginations.
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Why not take a look at what else we got up to in York, here: