Saturday, September 25, 2004
Newcastle, And A Bevvy With The Boys
I was up at 5am for my trip to Newcastle. The train left at 6.30am nut instead of taking 1.5 hours to get there, it took over 3 hours de to engineering work on the east coast line. This meant the train was diverted via Carlisle!! I was not impressed.
Got to Newcastle and met Craig and saw his new flat. Very nice it is as it overlooks the River Tyne from South Shields. Slowly the lads showed up though there were a couple of late call off’s so it was up to us, Mikey and Stevie to paint the town red.
It was a great day. We did a lot of catching up, mostly over beer and vodka in a bar situated on a beach sheltered by a cliff face. It’s a converted look out post or something, and you have to get a lift down the cliff to get to it.
I told the guys about my success with Hunting Jack and they were delighted. I don’t normally talk about my writing with them unless they ask, but they were genuinely pleased to hear about it.
There was no culture to the day’s events worth describing – it wasn’t that type of trip. We don’t get to go out together all that often due to careers, wives, babies and kids, so when we do we make up for lost time. Much hilarity and overly loud discussions on the tedious aspects of nothing much in particular did the rounds, and slowly during the course of the afternoon, things started to get a bit blurry. By midnight, it was a veritable haze.
Got to Newcastle and met Craig and saw his new flat. Very nice it is as it overlooks the River Tyne from South Shields. Slowly the lads showed up though there were a couple of late call off’s so it was up to us, Mikey and Stevie to paint the town red.
It was a great day. We did a lot of catching up, mostly over beer and vodka in a bar situated on a beach sheltered by a cliff face. It’s a converted look out post or something, and you have to get a lift down the cliff to get to it.
I told the guys about my success with Hunting Jack and they were delighted. I don’t normally talk about my writing with them unless they ask, but they were genuinely pleased to hear about it.
There was no culture to the day’s events worth describing – it wasn’t that type of trip. We don’t get to go out together all that often due to careers, wives, babies and kids, so when we do we make up for lost time. Much hilarity and overly loud discussions on the tedious aspects of nothing much in particular did the rounds, and slowly during the course of the afternoon, things started to get a bit blurry. By midnight, it was a veritable haze.
Colin 1:56 pm