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A sunday in Heaton (Some things I love about Newcastle)

Today I've done nothing. I've smoked a load and sat in my chair. I saw Nate for a while, and Liam for a tiny bit. I've been thinking about what I love about Newcastle (Inspired in no small part by a conversation with Mark where he said he hated Newcastle). This is what I got...

-Looking up the Tyne from the high level bridge, looking directly onto the other bridges. It's real pretty.
-Smoking whilst walking from Heaton Park, through to Jesmond Dene, then back.
-High Bridge street, with Best Vintage, Union and End clothing.
-Walking from Heaton to town, through Sandyford park, breathing out clouds.
-The cranes on Wallsend riverside.
-Enjoying peppermint tea when it's raining and looking out of my bedroom window onto the rooftops of my back lane.
-Pink Lane; Stateside Diner, Electrik sheep and down onto Central Station.
-Northumberland Street for the accordionists, profiteering spiritual healers, and crazies.
-When I got to go up Greys Monument and look out over the top of the city. Gorgeous.

I'm going to think of more and update...

xo

This is just a confessional (And nothing more)

When I stare too long at a blank page, I forget how to process information in my brain- Words become codes I can't decipher, pictures become blurs of activity I can't organise. It is particularly bad when I'm working to deadlines.

My favourite hobbies are finding things, climbing and riding bikes.
I don't have a family, I have around four relatives who care about me.
My friends keep me happy.
"Hard work is simply the refuge of those with nothing better to do". I enjoy Oscar Wilde. I once played Algernon in a production of The Importance Of Being Earnest.

I believe that the revolution begins at home.
I smoke large amounts of cannabis in short periods of time and forget bad things. I am nursing a broken heart.
I have been told that I need to lighten up, and also that I should tone down the positivity. I get anxious over little things and can't stop it. I have a fear of large groups of people. I write every day. When I write prose, I write about something thats really happened. When I write lyrics, I write honestly. When I write notes for people I tell white lies.

I think of good idea's for gifts all the time, but rarely use them.
If I had one wish it would be to play guitar better. If I had one dream it would be to never have to work a pointless job again. I don't have any regrets.

I like to give Loveheart sweets to people to tell them what I think.
I enjoy notions of anarchy and autonomy but still buy clothes from expensive high street shops.
The only thing I like about my day-job is the amount of post-it notes I have access to. I've been told that I'm at my best when hungover.
I keep a diary, but only because my memories shot.
I abhor ideas of vanity and superficiality but still try to look as attractive as possible to the opposite sex. The best advice I've ever been given was to fall in love, not in line. I saw it written on a wall.
If I had to pick something about myself that I like, I'd probably say my ears. If I had to choose something I especially dislike, it would be my nose. It's large.

I have never played the National Lottery.

Steel Legs, Iron Lungs.

This is in part inspired by the riverside of my home town, Wallsend.

These cranes are strong,
They lift steel from the yard,
They lift crates and boxes,
But they couldn't lift my heart.
I watch the sequence of motion,
Disjointed and cold,
I watch the gears and the motors,
I trade them off for stories told.

I hold a memory so carefully in a part of my heart,
We were stood, enclosed, between two cars,
In the cold outside of your mothers house,
(and then you kissed me on the mouth).

These cranes are old,
They have memories and souls,
Like a camera or a matchbox,
That your father trusts you to hold.
And they crawled out of the sea,
On those sharp, metal skeleton knees,
And I swear they looked almost like burned, blackened tree's,
As they stood creaking and swaying in the breeze.

CALVINBALL: A very good band.

Calvinball played at my house (In Heaton) recently. They're F'n awesome. They play really anthemic melodic punk and their lyrics are real good and real fun. You can download some (Rad) tunes for free here...

Updateee- 'Fall in love, not off the roof'

Anyone been on the Byker Bridge lately? You may know this (Awesome) bridge as your quickest escape route from Shields Road (Bykers high street- quite savage), or as the roof whenever you're in the Ouseburn, sampling one of the very nice bars down there, or even just as a good place to catch a perfect little bit of scenery as the Ouse runs into the Tyne. However, it has recently become something a bit more than that, a place to see just how awesome one can be when in love.

If you do use the bridge as a viewing point for that nice little scene I mentioned earlier, you will have seen the carpet warehouse that resides to the right of the frame. It is huge, with a large bright RED roof (Capitals because red is awesome). Across this red shelter, there used to be the word 'CARPETS' written in large white type.

Not so long ago, however, a gent who found himself with free time on his hands and love in his heart climbed the dizzy heights of that warehouse and messed around with the lettering, until it read 'I LOVE U'. The first time I saw it my heart swelled. Imagine being that in love that you feel like you have to actually do that just to let the other peson know!

I do not know who did it, but I heard it was a dude, as opposed to a dudette. I guess his girlfriend/wife/suitor of any kind, is pretty awesome, and I'd say that the guy who did it is pretty crucial too. It's a super sweet thing to do. Check it out next time you're running away from Shields Road.

Colurful Character- The 'You won't believe what I saw' mental

The other day, Liam, Alex and my bad self were walking from Heaton to town. As we were sauntering along, I saw a gent on a bicycle in the distance. I was waiting to check out his bike (Bikes are pretty, so what?!), so watching intently. As he got closer, I saw it was an elderly gent. I LOVE seeing old people on bikes, so was filled with a little self-satidfied spark. It was shortlived.

He pulled over.
He said "Hey, lads, you'll never believe what I saw on Northumberland Street today!"
I'm the kind of chap who will always humour somebody who comes across as a bit crazy, as it's hilarious, and just because I'm pretty nice and well mannered anyway (Mostly). I said "Go on then, what'd you see?"

He leaned a bit closer… he lowered his speaking volume… He went "A bloke, with two wooden legs! But the funny thing was… He had both if his real feet…"

With that, he cycled off. Seriously, like, that was it! He pulled over, took a few seconds from his day (And remember, he was old, time isn't exactly on his side), confused us, and left. MENTAL!

I loved him, he was everything I look for in an eccentric- dressed a bit unorthodox, riding a bike, trouser legs tucked into socks, funny voice and one big mental personality trait… Awesome. I really, REALLY hope I see him again!

His bike was a rusty pile of scrap metal, by the way.