Up toon man.

It seems a bit late, as it was the weekend just gone, but Newcastle was quite amazing if I'm being honest. Got to the station and looked a right loner stood waiting for my chauffeur, she finally arrived to take me back to her uni flat. Her flat mates were either from Manchester, Yorkshire or......southern. i got to know them all quite well, well enough to take a shower in their flat and walk round half naked while eating there food.

We went to Hancocks for some shitty fish n chips and cold mushy peas, the music was spot on with it being mainly Manchester bands. Other than that, it smelt like shit.
We started our night of alcohol fuelled mayhem at the basement, which sold trebles. hoorah. i got a skittles bought for me though. nightmare.

We met up with the benster and his mate at the dog and parrot, which is a top pub and he told us about this new indie night at the legend club or something another. We ended up there and was placed on the guest list, as we are kings. The club was overpriced and full of weirdos and people who thought they were punk. They looked actually like this..Pints were 2.80 and double vodka and red bulls were 4.50. :| But alcopops were 1.60, so we were drinking like poofters for night.

I also met my twin that night. He had the same hair, personality, face, music taste, but only thing different he was Irish. Gutted.






































When we got back man, it was amazing. I was so wasted, just swaying in the flat. These two lads from flat above asked me to come with them, so i did. What i found was that they had a box full of stink bombs. We ran up to this window that was slightly a jar, slammed two in and ran. I bet it stunk like arse for days. This ginger bloke started on us, was awesome.

The next day i woke up drunk and in high spirits. Went to this vintage fair which was full of lasses clothes and some vintage potential. i ended up looking like the gay best friend of the three lasses i went with. Took us an extra day to get anywhere as Charlotte has to wait for the green man to appear, even though there isn't any traffic. How she fails at life.

Me and Charlotte got drunk again that night, starting off at Dog and Parrot again. Met Beth and her Geordie friends, they were cool..but obviously not like me. This lad i have never met knew everything about me. Which was quite strange, but at the same time i knew he was a fan.
We swiftly left not long after Beth and her comrades disappearing. Charlotte led me to a gay bar, where gayness was rife. I didn't want to stay and made a risky move of going to the toilet.

We finally made it to the student night called Wiggle at the Northumbria Student Union. It supposed to have a bouncy castle, bucking bronco and a gladiator challenge. I saw none of them, only to be greeted by a past out body being carried out by bouncers. I then knew then the alcohol was cheap.
After reaching the top of the stairs i can't remember much at all, after being drowned with snakebites. Which were all paid for.
When we left, after one of the geezers in our block got escorted out. I made use of the hot chocolate stand which was giving us free hot chocolate. I recall saying it was shit and giving it them back.
On the way up this massive street, we met this lass and her mates from Sheffield. She called me a Donny lad and i called her a De Dah Slag. She soon got in her taxi only to remember me by that remark.
Me and Neil got started on again by some southerner, as i supposadly asked why his mate was bleeding and then laughing. Neil then came in saying someones going to nick your pizza, which he had dropped all over the floor.
We then got the southerner who was starting in a japanese bum lock, i made him kiss my shoe and neil made him call him 'mum.' None of that last bit was true.

After people stopped jumping into bushes and making an arse out of themselves we all slept and i made a depart for the station the following morning.