Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. Woke up in me flat on Heaton Road, and it was already chaos. My mate texted me at 7 AM, like, “Oi, let’s hit the Quayside for brekkie!” I was like, “Sure, why not?” But I was still half-asleep, ya know?
So, I roll outta bed, throw on whatever I find. I mean, who needs matching clothes, right? Grabbed a cuppa and dashed out. The weather? Classic Newcastle. One minute it’s sunny, next it’s pissing down. Typical!
I hop on the bus, and it’s packed. I’m squished between this old bloke who smells like a brewery and a kid blasting music on his phone. I’m thinking, “Great start to the day.” Finally, I get off at the Quayside, and wow, the view! The Tyne Bridge is just stunning, like, every time.
We hit this little café, and I order a full English. I mean, you can’t go wrong with sausages and beans, right? But then, the waiter spills my tea all over the table. I’m like, “Mate, what’s your problem?” He just laughs it off. I’m fuming but can’t help but chuckle too.
After brekkie, we stroll along the river. The vibe is buzzing! Street performers everywhere, and this one guy is doing backflips. I’m thinking, “How’s he not breaking his neck?” Then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and steals a chip from some poor sod’s plate. I’m dying!
We decide to head to the Ouseburn area. It’s got this artsy feel, ya know? We pop into a few galleries, and I’m pretending to understand modern art. Like, “Oh yes, this piece speaks to me.” But really, I’m just confused.
Then, we hit this pub on St. Anthony’s Road. I order a pint, and the barman’s like, “You sure you can handle it?” I’m like, “Mate, I’m from Newcastle. I was born ready!” We laugh, and I down it like a champ.
But then, the day takes a turn. My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “You need to come in for a meeting.” I’m like, “Are you kidding me? It’s Saturday!” But I can’t say no. So, I rush to the office on Grey Street.
I get there, and it’s dead quiet. I’m thinking, “Where is everyone?” Turns out, it was a prank. My mates set me up! I’m fuming but can’t help but laugh. They’re all hiding, and when I walk in, they jump out like, “Surprise!” I nearly had a heart attack!
We end up having a laugh, and I forget about work. We grab more pints and head to the Bigg Market. It’s wild! People everywhere, music blasting. I’m dancing like a lunatic, and I don’t even care.
But then, I see this guy trying to pickpocket someone. I’m like, “Oi! What do you think you’re doing?” He bolts, and I’m left feeling like a hero. I mean, who knew I had it in me?
As the night goes on, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. It’s like a rollercoaster. We end up at this kebab shop on Westgate Road, and I’m devouring a doner like it’s my last meal.
Finally, I stumble home, and I can’t help but think about the day. Newcastle, man. It’s mad, it’s chaotic, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. What a day!