Crossing Bridges

The last time I went to Newcastle, I was 18. I wasn't allowed to go to Newcastle so my chums and I hatched a ruse that we would all be staying at each other's houses. Idiots that we were, we forgot that each of our alibis would be absent should any one parent 'phone... One did, of course. The domino effect was fast-moving and the consequences were far-reaching.

Now I'm a grown-up, I can go to Newcastle whenever I like to have fun with my chums.

There was a lot of fun had.

I'm hoping it won't be another 30 years until I go there again.