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Newcastle Trip 04RESPECTIN THE TOON VIBEThe motley crew rendezvoused at the City Airport at 07:30 hrs. Amazingly Mr W. remembered his ID and was allowed onto the plane! The flight was bang on time and the boys managed to make the crossing without ordering a single drink from the bar - oops sorry – the bar wasn’t open yet! On arrival at Newcastle it was pissing out of the heavens but it would take more than that to dampen the spirits of the BFL. The Metro safely transported us to Central Station and the boys had an early morning training session with a 3 day camel hike trying to find Jury’s hotel. Arriving too early to check in it was unanimously agreed to start drinking at the hotel bar – a splendid idea. Deciding to leave the business of checking in until later in the day, it was time for the cavalcade to proceed to Yeats’ bar for the cheapest lunch in the Tyne with plenty of money left in the Kitty for a few more free beverages. It was then decided that drinking in the afternoon was just not exciting enough – time to throw in a bit of gambling! It was time to find a bar right next door to a bookies – no problem .– We did – Carlsberg was only £1.59 a pint – the only draw back was the bin liners on the seats and the bar-man / maid who hadn’t quite decided on his sexuality – hey who gives a fcuk if his pints are only £1.59. Mr Macb provided all the tips and we won bugger all. We then split up. Some of us ended up in the Beehive where Mr S. met a guy in a Ten-gallon hat whose teeth were even more rotten than his. Hard to believe – but true! After several more swallies it was time to head back to the hotel and check in. Straight down to the bar again and having had enough of cheap food in Yeats’ it was time to eat some proper food in KFC – Mr Mac managed to consume 2 x Extra Large meals. It was all downhill to Buffalo Joe’s where some of the boys were complaining about the choice of establishment until the cowgirls hopped up onto the bar and started pouring chocolate vodka down the boys’ throats – (Respectin that vibe) . Across the road to the Ba-Ha – things become a bit blurry from here apart from Mr Mac giving Michael Jackson a run for his money with his Moon-walking and Mr G having a maximum 147 break in the pub snooker by persuading a young damsel to part her with size 8 thong ( Respectin that Vibe ). Taxi home – hotel bar closed – thank fcuk – Bed. Arriving for brunch in the Big Market it was apparent that the first victim had fallen – Mr S. had to get an early flight home because his wife was missing him. (Saucer of milk for Mr S.) . Back to our favourite haunt next door to the bookies to ogle at the lovely bar-man and place your bets please for the National. Some of the boys had sneaked off to Idols so the rest of us had to investigate. Needless to say Idols was very busy – must have been something to do with the cheap booze! Onwards and upwards to St. James’ – up 40 flights of stairs – by the time the boys got to the top it had to be a pint of Woody even if we did miss the kick-off – What a game: 4-2 to the Toon – 3 goals each half – Shearer banging’ them in – and a lot of unhappy Evertonians( Respectin that vibe ). TOON TOON – BARMY ARMY! The National was watched at half-time with some of the boys coming up trumps. The boys managed to get split up again – but hooked up again in some shopping centre with some pretty amazing scenery – Why Mr Mac went home at 10 pm is a tricky one ( another saucer of milk please ). Loads more drink was consumed and a good night was had by all. All were on their best behaviour apart from Mr X who in a scene reminiscent of Pulp Fiction had to take a taxi-ride next morning to retrieve his watch – where he had to retrieve it from remains known only to him. Before heading back to the Airport the lads stopped over at the Lonsdale in Jessmond – for old time’s sake to catch the Sunderland v Millwall game and a few last beverages.
Roll on Toon ’05. PJAshe |
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