ABSTRACT
As we alighted from the bus by City Square, Leeds centre was jumping on this Saturday night. In the warm-for-May night air, town was everything that we could have hoped for-it was only sevenish, ‘the lads’ were in full swing and the streets were awash with barely clad fanny. The precinct off Park Row was teeming, as the throngs with thongs moved from bar to bar. While scores of people queued outside the myriad busy pubs, waiting to be let in by the ubiquitous doormen working in town on this night.
