Beer: William Bass and Co Bass Premium 4.4%
Back to The Old George for the last NUT pint of the weekend. It’s been a good trip, apart from the first 45 minutes of the football match.
The pub is post-match packed, but we manage to perch ourselves at a table. Steph bemoans the lack of food, compared to beer, that we’ve consumed today. Naturally, she has a point. We had breakfast this morning, apart from that we’ve only had a sandwich – bought and scoffed around the station.
We’re nacked anyway, and decide to trudge back to the Premier Inn after this pint.
Arndales pop band (me brother, Leighton and Andy W) played Newcastle a while ago and, on hearing we planned to stay three nights, winced – saying how rough the place was*. We didn’t see that, really: the worst behaved folk were from Luton, and they were only being laddish. No, we’ve enjoyed it – and certainly wouldn’t rule out a trip up North East in future.
*Wincing most likely to have been imagined from the drummer, who denies that he, or any member of the band would have used any adjective close to "rough". 'Lively, maybe; and our hotel wasn't the best. But Newcastle rough? No,' says EPS.
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