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Abney Garsden McDonald Autumn Day Out to Bradford Musuem and Haworth - 23rd September 2004
Never in the history of AGM had so many people turned up at 9am promptly for work. One or two diligent souls decided they had to abstain because of work committments. The rest of us piled onto a Bullocks coach for the trip to Yorkshire. The traditional quiz did not pass without complaint and barracking about how many time Britney Spears has been married, and for the record "TWICE" is the answer. The winners shared their chocolates with the rest thus contributing to the likelihood of motion sickness and green faces. As the M62 faded away, the architectural beauty of Bradford
emerged. The Brand new facade of the Bradford Musuem welcomed AGM through
its portals for "nowt" as they say in Yorkshire. We were allowed
to wander the four floors For about an hour we were gob smacked by the technical wizardry of the IMAX 3D picture show with the largest cinema screen we had every seen. Havind donned the most ridiculous looking plastic glasses (no pictures of anyone wearing a pair I am afraid) we watched a film of the International space station. The arms of the astronaut looked to close enough to touch. The amazing picture quality made us believe that we really were floating in space.
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A
day of culture, John decided,
for the team this autumn, so to 
full
of Cinema, Television, and Entertainment exhibits. From the Kodak gallery
to the history of animation we were fascinated for a couple of hours
until our visit to the IMAX picture was scheduled. The Garden photo
exhibit even showed naturists bending over to weed their plot - and
on an empty stomach too.
Lunchtime
meant a trip to Haworth with its quaint tea rooms and public houses
(we are all over 18 I think). Some got drunk whilst others sampled literary
history and linen. The cobbled streets were quiet and the weather was
sunny yet crisp. David told us that despite the similarity of names
the village did not belong to him. So dissapointed we alighted the coach
for the return journey via most villaged in Yorkshire home to Cheadle
Hulme.