Tynespan

Time for a little trip back 'home' (in the sense that I was born in Wallsend, near Newcastle and try to get back occasionally to go to the football). Normally we (being me and Alan, a friend of mine) go down and back in a day, but for some trips we decide to make a night of it. And so it was: hotel procured virtually under the bridge on the Quayside; lunch in Pizza Express (was supposed to be Marco Polo but that didn't open till later); couple of pints in the Trent near the ground (not 'St James' Park', not 'sportsdirect@St James' Park'); Newcastle doing their bit and winning 3-1; few pints in the Duke (of Wellington) after the match, watching the Arsenal game on ESPN and chatting to three guys we hadn't known at all until that moment; burger and chips on the way back to the hotel to get changed to go out properly; pub to watch the boxing with a few more pints.

Such was Saturday. Nothing more, nothing less. And it was great.