Stupid traditions

So apparently no-one wanted to own up to not-knowing that on Feb 29th it is Traditional that Women May Propose To Men; whereas "of course" the rest of the time They May Not and Men must Do The Proposing. (one person went for the "I've watched too much Malcolm in the Middle" option).

A further poll:

Poll #9723

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 27

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This tradition is daft?

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Not at all; it's just right.
1 (3.7%)

Yes; anyone can propose to anyone anytime they please
26 (96.3%)

Yes; it is too lax - women should never be able to propose
0 (0.0%)

Yes; other - proposals should be constrained by some other rule
1 (3.7%)

I don't care enough to have an opinion
2 (7.4%)

Feel free to insert your suggestions for other proposal related rules in the comments :)

LEEDS

Today (and yesterday evening) I went to LEEDS which unaccountably has HILLS and also NOISE (I stayed at the central Travellodge which was very cheap and very close to the central station but also very LOUD) to buy a BIKE FRAME OMG from Bob Jackson Cycles.

Bike frame achieved (well, ordered; there will be photos eventually) I went to Kirkstall leisure center for a swim (having previously determined that they have a pool, that they are open, and that the afternoons aren't closed for school use) where they have a very strange pool which has a shallow end only 80cm deep (my fingers were touching the floor doing front crawl) and your typical nasty public pool changing facilities (ah, how going to a pricey gym has spoiled me for pleasant changing rooms) but is a plausible place to get some swimming in.

I then went to eat a late lunch at http://rootsandfruits.net/ which has a dreadful location in a run-down arcade; but a good range of food and good service.

Trains went generally well. Including lugging my bike everywhere (needed to have BJC measure it to get frame size details). Although on the way home we were going at caution near Doncaster because of perfidious vandals. Stansted-B'ham (via Cam, P'boro, and everywhere else in between) train as usual woefully short for the number of people wanting to take it even at slightly strange times of the day. KX-Leeds train much more swanky, and keeps bike helpfully tucked away in guards van freeing me from holding it upright etc. Train station cafes sell very little in the way of vegan food*; I have eaten waaaay too much dried fruit *explodes*.

*I have given up meat and fish and dairy in food I choose myself for Lent (er, I'm too much of a pushover to attempt to talk rjk into this; also if I continue to eat some meat then I know I shan't die of a lack of any of the things I'm too lazy to track if I eat them) - vegan food is, it turns out delicious, contrary to expectations I am not at all feeling deprived of tasty tasty noms and have indeed discovered that soy yoghurt is nomnomnom and that soy milk is very nom (much more so than nasty nasty cow milk) (AMT coffee do milk "steamers" with banana which they will do with soy milk; and it is NOM) and dried fruit is OMG NOM to the point of addictive (it is after all mostly sugar).