I’ve left my laptop round my parents (intentionally), guarded by Baa Baa Toure, while I tour London and Stockport, so I hope these posts by mobile are OK. Back to Leeds, and a 10 minute stroll from the Scarbs to the Corn Exchange via the Bourse (not a cheese). Sometimes Leeds almost seems like a … Continue reading WILL MY BLADDER LAST AN HOUR OF GEORGE CLARKE ?