Today i went to York, which was a nice diversion from the routine Saturday trip to Leeds city centre.  The train ride there cured my Seasonal Affective Disorder I think, but not the ride itself, the hundreds of bunnies I saw on the way.  And a few pheasants.  In Texas those would have been well eaten up long ago in the natural progression of the food chain.  By coyotes, wolves, vultures, javelinas and rednecks I mean. 

I've been to the York Minster, so I didn't spend much time there.  I went to the Free Trade store, and a couple of secondhand CD shops, dragged Nigel into a few clothes stores though I never buy anything here because the clothes I want aren't made for women with breasts.  Everything I put on made me look pornagraphic.

I bought strawberries from a street vendor selling just strawberries in an outdoor market.  His yelling "strawberries" (as you would if you were a strawberry seller) sold me, but then when I went to buy them he asked me "you want what love?"  um... stawberries?  I think he probably forgets what he's selling after a while of yelling it at strangers and having no effect.