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Nostalgia In Leeds

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Heeeeey!

In a few of my previous entries I have recalled certain venues and places which remind me of my teenage years but there is really only one city which sums up my young princess years – Leeds.

(BTW: When pronouncing Leeds, try and say it in a short, snappy kind of way with a reeeally deep voice with an emphasis on the LE. Leeds, say it again Leeds – Good job!)

So yes Leeds was the first city where I was allowed to go shopping with my Girlfriend’s for the first time. We would get the train, hang around outside the Corn Exchange for a few hours looking super cool (An action that young people still do as it happens – Note to self, they don’t look cool, they look cold and miserable) then we would head to a pub for the remainder of the afternoon.

I have a few friends who went to Uni in Leeds, so we decided to head up to see what the students of 2012 are up to, we hadn’t been for a good 12/13 months and we felt like we were missing out – on what exactly I’m not sure…but oh well. Next stop Leeds!

All the decent pre-club bars in Leeds are about a 10 minute walk away from the train station heading up towards The Light shopping/cinema complex. You have your usual suspects, Wetherspoons, Yates, Woo Woo, and of course what city would be without a Varsity and an Oceana! OOOP and would you look at that, the two just happen to be next to each other. Now that’s what you call convenient!

I tell you what – Varsity has sure changed since the last time we were there. 100% changed for the better, it looked completely different. Loved the different types of lamps over the bar and the leather chairs round a fireplace. Fixed seating had been put on a new terrace and a new dance floor had been put in at the back of the pub.

I liked that there were several different areas, each had a different feel to it and I could get a big group of mates together in one area or have a quiet dinner/drinks with one person in another.

Hands down, my favourite part of the referb is the addition of (what I now call) The Lipstick Bar in the girls toilets. It’s perfect for doing a few touch-ups and the likes.

I ordered a southern fried chicken wrap (minus the chips) which was very yummy, as was the glass of Rose Pinot Grio I washed it down with. Great promotions actually – buy two large glasses and get the rest of the bottle for free. I think that’s a pretty good deal when you spilt the rest of the bottle between two people.  The staff were really attentive and smiley which was a nice change from the grumpy faces from the others on the strip – step it up guys cuz Varsity sure have!

We had a few more drinks before moving on to Oceana, the plan was to move on to another bar but to be honest, we didn’t need to. It was comfy, with good prices and great music too.

Scores on the (royal) doors: 

Food and service:  Service with a smile.
Atmosphere and decoration:  Great new décor, really brought it up to date and stood out in comparison to the other bars in that area
Facilities:  Beautifully clean and pretty!
Talent Radar:  Perhaps…….
Fun Factor: Great to re-visit Varsity and catch up with friends
Perfect for: Pre-clubbing, cheap food,  large parties, small parties too!
In 3 words: Var-Sit-eyyyyy

Walking in a Winter Wunder Sunderland (Part 1)

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Another week – Another post!

So moving on from the bright lights of Newcastle, I headed south and towards the seaside to SUNDERLAND!

However it would just happen that I visit Sunderland on a Football Derby Day between Sunderland and Middlesbrough, not a great move on my part.

Sunderland reminded me of my University town of Eastbourne complete with the bracing sea air and high street stores. I was hoping that Sunderland had a nice bit of nightlife as well. We set ourselves a little challenge of visiting as many pubs/clubs as we could in the space of the 24 hours we were there. We decided we would create a mental list whilst having a cheeky little shop, and the locals were brimming with ideas for us, there was certainly NOT a lack of choice of places to go, quite the opposite.

Anyway, soon we had created a nice little list, we were to start at Chesters, up on Chester Road, then to Chaplins on the corner of Stockton Road, saunter over for a game of pool at the Ivy House then trotting over to Sunderland Centre to see what delights awaited us there! It was going to be a late one; Cinderella would be tucked up in her pumpkin by the time we were planning on getting home! Let the Party Princess Royal tour COMMENCE.

ChestersChesters was our first stop and was recommended was a good place to for a spot of dinner followed by several glasses of wine before heading towards the town centre.

My News Years resolution was ruined on January 10th so I sacked off the salad and dived into a Jim Bean Glaze Burger complete with curly fries and shared a pudding taster platter.

Get in ma belllly

(Clockwise) Rhubarb crumble, bread and butter pudding, chocolate fudge cake and cookie cup

The venue was huuuuuge and seemed to cater for everyone and everything. A snooker room at the back had two snooker tables and a few other tables. There were comfier seating areas with big tables on raised platforms, several sports/TV screens and a massive beer garden at the front. I can image the beer garden being choka-block in the summer.

 

There were already lots of groups of larry lads and glammed up girls pre-drinking and planning their nightly strategy. An hour or so later, with our tummies filled and after polishing off a few (THREE!) bottles of wine, we started to wander down to The Ivy House!

#Hick!

Scores on the (royal) doors:  

Food and service:  Jim Bean burger was AMAZING!
Atmosphere and decoration:  Buzzing, everyone was very friendly.
Facilities:  So much choice, can’t fault anything,
Talent Radar:  I’ll say! #Fitties!
Fun Factor: Great starter, now on to the main course!
Perfect for: Pre-clubbing, cheap food, Snooker, large parties, sports.
In 3 words: Big, tasty, whooper!

Part 2 coming up sooooooon!

 

PP XX

Party Princess and the Psychic! The Maskery – Congleton

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Hey!

As you have probably read from my previous blogs, I normally end up in so called “party” towns such as Cardiff, Plymouth and London, and rightly or wrongly I have snubbed the smaller pubs and clubs in the more remote places of the Country. Well I’m going to change this! Make it a late new year’s resolution perhaps. I will try and say “Yes!” more often.

This change begins in Congleton. First off I would like to express my love for the name “Congleton” what a mouthful! Anyway…I received an interesting invitation for a “Psychic Night” at The Maskery.  Having never been to a psychic night, Congleton or Cheshire for that matter, I thought it high time I do so.

I forget living in London how cold it gets up north and I even forget what ice and frost looks like! WOWZERS it cold! Uggs would have been a better choice than little ballet pumps. Oh well, you live and learn.

So, what can I say about The Maskery, well for starters it has possibly the cuuuetest pub sign I’ve seen. Nice bit of late or premature festivity depends which way you look at it I suppose. Inside, it was your standard pub, nicely decorated with oriental style wallpaper which was a nice change to old yellowy wallpaper, with a nice collection of oldies propping up the bar and creating a little cheeky banter buzz going. Great comment from one of the men when his wife arrive

Cutey Patootie

Man: “Hello love, you want a drink?”
Wife: “Yeah just a cup of tea please”
Man: “You what? Tea? This bloody pub, you’ll a have pint of lager and we’ll say no more about it!
Man walks to bar and speaks to bar man – “She will have a massive pint of Cider please!”

So 7pm rolled around and then it was my turn to see my psychic, will I learn my future, will I find out the winning lottery numbers or learn the love of my life, who knows! I am actually a bit of a sceptic when it comes to these things, I’m more a “what will be, will be” kindda gal, but when in Rome an’ all! I opted for a tarot and palm reading with “Emily Clairvoyant”. There was a mixture of palm reading, crystal ball, tarot card, fairy cards or mediums which you could choose when you booked your turn with the event organiser. A reading is normally £20, however when I mentioned I was writing a blog I got a reading for £15.

So, I placed my £15 on the crystal ball and the reading begins with a palm reading. Apparently, I have a long life line, and I’ll be live and kicking till my 80’s which a nice thing to hear isn’t it! I’m also outgoing, headstrong and very independent (most people who know me will agree with that), and I will have 3 children in the future. Well, I was still feeling a little sceptic, because that was all a little vague really, we moved on to the Tarot cards. I pulled 15 cards from the pile and placed them in front of me. The wheel of fortune card came out which shows that apparently my luck is changing and great things are coming my way and I am already with the man I will marry, ooooooo! (However considering I’m wearing an engagement ring, you’d sorta hope so!!)


So maybe I wasn’t given the winning lottery numbers, I wasn’t really given any particular insight, but hey! The football was showing which attracted a nice little crowd and normally the football and sports are shown on a big projector screen at the back of the pub. A group of 5/6 girls came in with hot chocolate cravings and they did look really yummy topped with cream and chocolate powder, perfect on these wintery nights.

 

Scores on the (royal) doors: 

Food and service:  I had a jacket potatoes and beans must…stay..away..from..the…burgersss
Atmosphere and decoration:  Great northern hospitality, very sweet bar staff  and welcoming manager – Sarah.
Facilities:  Big sofas to squish into.
Talent Radar:  As I said, a tad old, if only I was 50 years older!
Fun Factor: very interesting hearing what my future will bring to me.
Perfect for: Watching the game, cheapy drinks, heart warming dinners.
In 3 words: “Look into my eyes”

The Vineyard – Islington

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The Vineyard 

I’m on a constant quest for the best possible party venues, up to the point now where my friends, colleagues and relies are getting a little annoyed with me. However I stumbled on a little gem yesterday. I would say The Vineyard is one of London’s hidden treasures. You can seek it out in-between Angel and Islington/Highbury.

The staff have captured the perfect Christmas atmosphere. A small Christmas tree stall had been set up in the entrance of the beer garden/courtyard so as you wa

lked through to enter the pub all I could smell was pine mixed with spicy oranges and berries form the homemade wreaths.

The rest of the bar was like a scene out of a Christmas book or film, log fires, Christmas trees, mulled wine, dinners drinking merrily wearing crooked paper hats and white and cream fairy lights twinkling and tinsel lining the bar shelves. It was so so lovely!

Id brought my party crew with me to The Vineyard for a spot of dinner; I ordered a steak sandwich and chips, the other diners scoffed down club sandwiches, burgers and steak frites. Next time I visit I’m defo going to have the garlic and bacon pasta, sounds very yummy!

Such a shame that it was raining otherwise I have liked to get wrapped and sit outside with a glass of cider or 2. Pergolas were used to separate the courtyard with benches, plastic moulded “sofas” and chairs. I bet in the summer it’s a real sun trap. Mirrors were on the walls on either side of the bricked walls which looked cute and made the space seem a lot bigger than it was.

I really enjoyed my night in The Vineyard; it’s a cute little pub with filled to the brim with character.

Scores on the (royal) doors:  

Food and service:  Service with a smile
Atmosphere and decoration:  merry and bright, tra la la la laaaa
Facilities:  Old white porcelain tiles made an impact.
Talent Radar:  Too wrapped in my Christmas wonderland to take notice actually.
Fun Factor: Yeeeeeah!
Perfect for: Quiet drinks, topping up your festive spirit, good hearty food, mulled wine
In 3 words: New Years EVVVVVVE!

Check out other reviews from View London, Party Offers, Qype or Yelp

The Almanac – Mo Gotta Go Party

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Helloooooo

So sorry for the late-ness of this blog update, I’ve been so wrapped up in Christmas! Better late than never.

So in my opinion November is normally a time for digging out my thick coat, whacking on the tights and writing my letter to Santa Claus however for millions of men round the world, November means one thing and one thing only, Movemeber. For those people living in a hole out in the south pacific and don’t know what Movemeber is….I’ll explain.

Movember is a where men grow their moustaches aka Mo’s without shaving for a whole month in the name for charity to raise awareness about Prostate Cancer. This tradition has been so successful, and everyone that takes party works very hard at raising as much money as they can. I for one can’t get enough of seeing guys walking about with funny tash’s, some are aMOzing and some just pure Moriffic!

Its a MOOOOO-Jito...get it!

Well to celebrate the end of Movember I was invited to pop along to a “Mo-Gotta-Go” party in Derby at The Almanac. (You can read my previous Almanac entry here)

Derby never disappoints, the people are just so lovely and I can say with some certainty that Derby have the friendliest cab drivers! The Almanac also never ever disappoints. The staff (Richard, Josh, Hannah, Pete are long standing employees) cannot do enough for their customers. They welcomed me as always with a toothy grin and pushed a Mo-jito in my hand – Always a great way to get me on board with any party!

So the bar was brimming with bushy, prickly, luscious tashes as far as the eye could see, some were eager to shave their whiskers off, others were loving the new look and decided to keep it. Check out some of these latest fashion must haves….Magnum PI and Hulk Hogan should be proud!

I even got a little jealous of the mo-fros and decided to rapidly grow my own…what you think!!

The bar manager had brought in a professional barber to help with the sheering who gave the lads a traditional wet shave. I couldn’t not stand there and NOT give it a go…come on.

I had the extreme honour of crowning Mr Movember 2011 and the award went to this mo hero! His moustache really was lovely, so thick, surprisingly soft and downright sexy actually!!!

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Before I give my Royal Scores on the Doors. I’m looking for a new group of Party Princesses, queens, kings, princes to party with. SOOOOO, If you comment below with your email address, we can organise a good ole royal knees up at some new pubs I’ve been meaning to try. Drinks and dinner on me! x

Royal Scores on the Doors

Food and service:  Mo-verlous!

Atmosphere and decoration:  Mo-gnificent

Facilities:  fab as always

Talent Radar:  I think I had a slight crush on Mr Movemeber!

Fun Factor: watching grown men shave their face has never been so much fun!

Perfect for: stag parties, curing the mojito cravings, cosy night out

In 3 words: Mo, Mo, Mo There’s Mo Limit!

XX PP XX

Aberystwyth – Small Town, Big Heart

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Hey!

As you have gathered, I’m a busy bunny, I’m constantly travelling about visiting friends, partying or away with work but every now again the Party Princess needs to hang up her heels, throw on some slippers (granted sparkly multi glitter slippers) and just sit and breathe.

FINALLY I got the chance this week. Those who read my previous blog about Brighton know that I love being by the beach, I lived in Eastbourne for 3 years and miss the sound of seagulls yelling my ears and, as my other previous blog about Cardiff says, I’ve started a brief love affair with Wales. So what do you get when you cross the seaside with Wales? No not a Welsh Seagull but – Aberystwyth! And what a lovely little town it is, quiet, slow, cosy and I could feel myself instantly relax as the train ran through the open countryside, not a car, building or corner shop in sight. Heaven.

Now what could be better than walking around in the cold sea air wrapped in in coats, scarves and hats? Walking into a warm pub and warming up with a hot chocolate and a pub dinner. Surprisingly that is EXACTLY what I did. I found a cute little pub which I thought was called The White Horse Hotel, turns out it’s a been converted into a Varsity. It looked nothing at all like the other Varsity’s I’ve been to in the past, couldn’t be further from them actually.

 

Bay windows had become cute little seating areas, the original wooden flooring and the ceiling mouldings gave the place a really cute old-ey world-ey feeling to it. All it needed was a giant open fire place and a book shelf and I would have been in some old Sherlock story from the 1880s

After a round of hot chocolates and a Jim Bean burger – which may I say one of the tastiest burgers I’ve had in a long long time – I started to wind down.

Before I knew it I was chatting to half the bar! The staff were so friendly, didn’t seem stressed and seemed to be happy to be at work which considering some of the bars I’ve been to in the past – that’s a massive achievement. The locals and regulars joined in our conversation and what felt like minutes became hours and soon the students came in looking for cheap bargains before heading out again. The staff told me that normally on a Wednesday the bar is filled to the rafter for sport social and I was lucky it was such a quiet night. I would be interested to go back and see what it’s like on a busy night.

The bar soon filled up, the music got louder but my bed was calling me. A few cheeky glasses of wine later I wrapped up my conversations and headed back to my hotel. Fantastic little break and surprisingly it was Varsity that help me relax which is funny as they are the ones I normally end up dancing about and having wild crazy nights in. I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover!

Scores on the (royal) doors:  

Food and service:  couldn’t have asked for better staff.

Atmosphere and decoration:  Warm, cute and downright lovely.

Facilities:  liked the faux fur on the stools.

Talent Radar:  Sweet older guys up for a nice chat – if that’s your type of course.

Fun Factor: different kind of fun to what I’m normally looking for but fun none the less.

Perfect for: Afternoon tea break, dinner after walking on the beach, cheaper than average prices.

In 3 words: quiet pub – big heart (I know its 4 but hey!)

Check out other reviews and info on Fancyapint.com or Qype

Varsity Cardiff

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Holla At my blog readers

When you think of UK party cities, you think of London, Liverpool, Manchester, Bournemouth, Newcastle and of course….Cardiff! Until last week I had a little Wales shaped hole in my list, I just had to tick Cardiff off my party list and boy did Cardiff deliver.

First of all I must comment on what a lovely city Cardiff is, walking round the city I noticed the mixture of the old (cathedral) and the new and the locals were so welcoming and friendly. Great first impressions.

After spending a VERY long time trying to stay away from the shopping centre it was time to get dressed up and paint the town red. We had hunted the best nightlife spots before we came and visited a few of them whilst wandering round the city and found a street with 5 of the better bars in the city.  We floated around from bar to bar but they all seemed to lack a bit of spark and atmosphere, it’s difficult to pin point what was missing, the party X-factor or the PP Factor –Party Princess Factor but somehow I don’t see that catching on much.

Our sprits were low; we were slightly disappointed with Cardiff but pushed on and tried our luck in the last pub on our list. Varsity. Frankly, we should have gone there in the first place! We were greeted by a lovely groups of cheeky chappies on a birthday party and coaxed us in the bar with the promise of a few drinks and dance.

We walked in and the bar looked a little empty but its only because everyone was on the dancefloor. Ideal really – no queues for drinks and a chokka dancefloor.  I grabbed my self a long island ice tea and headed towards the floor! Just as we started to loosen up and enjoy the music, it was announced that a dancing competition was in session and the winner would be given a large pitcher of their choice. The mood changed, dancing was no longer for fun…this was serious. There were some pretty funky shapes being thrown about by some people, and even though I didn’t win (I’m not bitter….much!!)

" I said ooops inside your head....."

Also…the Captain Morgan promo team popped out from no-where and the Capt’n himself, dressed his finery joined in the dance competition and lead a stupidly long conga out of the front door, back and through the bar – madness. Highlight of the night was dancing with everyone to “oops upside your head” song, I’m sure that’s not the real words but ill investigate.

Scores on the (royal) doors:  

Food and service:  Super-fast, super friendly, super awesome

Atmosphere and decoration:  Little quiet but MORE than made up for it.

Facilities:  Huge mirror to fix my bronzer disaster

Talent Radar:  The Capt’n was look mighty fine.

Fun Factor: F.U.N spells fun,

Perfect for: Pre-clubbing, cheeky mid-week dance, quiet nights turning crazy.

In 3 words: Dance, pitchers, conga.

For other reviews visit: Cardiffpubs.co.uk, Qype and /View Cardiff or visit this lovely little video