On Sunday just gone, me and one of my best mates, Paul, headed to the poor, dank, miserable, northern half of the UK to visit some of the cities we’ve never been to. This, boys and girls is our story.
Before I begin, just a few pointers.
The name “Chipboard Cities Tour” was a name we called the jaunt when I remarked how many buildings were boarded up with chipboard compared to the cities in the south of the UK. Seriously, we saw loads!
Minimal effort was put into taking the photos. So if you’re expecting glorious high-quality photos then don’t bother reading on. We just snapped away with a dated compact camera, making no effort to frame or whatever. I’m not apologising for this, I just want you to be aware that Raybould didn’t take them.
The opinions in this report are based around my own observations and I do not set out to intentionally offend (honestly!). If I think something is crap, I’ll say so. I am quite snobby by nature and also brutally honest with my opinions.
Right, as Noel Edmonds would say, that’s the housekeeping done. Lets play Deal or No Deal.
We left Eastleigh at 8am on Sunday morning. Our first stop was Newcastle, a staggering 317 miles away. The hire car we had was a new Vauxhall Insignia. A decent car with plenty of toys. One of which was a USB port for the iPod. Unfortunately I didn’t take mine along, so I had to endure Paul’s music. Paul insisted on listening to the iPod in song alphabetical order. Urgh.
It was a long drive. Paul insisted on doing all the driving because Paul is a worse passenger than me.
That suited me as I could remain in a drunken state for the duration and eat sweets and take photos.
We saw a power plant. May not be exciting to some people, but to Paul and me it was. We’re not used to seeing massive industry like this and we were impressed by the sheer scale of this plant. Its somewhere up north on the A1.
We went right.
As we approached Gateshead we could see the first of our planned stops. Can you see it in the background?
Yes, it’s the Angel of the North. Here’s the blurb if anybody is interested.
Here’s the Arse of The Angel of the North.
And the Shapely Boobs of The Angle of The North.
Everybody went down here to take a photo of it.
Most people mimicked the Angel. Of course I had to as well.
The AotN was a lot smaller than I had imagined. Having seen it on the telly and, I thought it would have been much bigger. Ok, it is big but just not as big as I thought. I think it’s a rather interesting and impressive piece of art and it was cool to see and touch it.
So on we went! We had made great progress – Paul has a heavy left foot (lol, make a joke out of that if you wish!). It was 1pm-ish as we hit headed over the Tyne Bridge towards our hotel.
The cars inbuilt sat nav did not like the roundabout near the Metro radio building and we ended up getting a bit lost. Out came my glorious iPhone and soon we were back on track. Driving about did give us the chance to see the not-so-lovely 1950’s concrete structures. And yes, plenty of chipboard. Very much like Southampton before the mass development a few years ago.
We found the hotel – Newcastle Central Travelodge – but it was too early to check in. I suggested to Paul that there we could go and see South Shields “as it was supposed to be nice.” Obviously I had other plans in mind. I wanted to grab the credits at Ocean Beach and I promised Paul there was an all you can eat restaurant nearby. His eyes lit up and we headed off.
So, Ocean Beach for two crappy rollercoasters, costing me a grand total of £3.50.
I’m assuming that cleanliness or running water is new to northerners? Why else would they have instructions on how to wash your hands and operate a tap?
So yeah, Apple Coaster first. Went round a total of five circuits so I got my moneys worth. Paul found it hysterical that I would ride a kids coaster. I maintained a serious look on my face throughout.
The Zyklon thingy was next. Check out Paul’s amazing photography here…
Once I had done my thing, we messed about in the arcades. Paul is fruit machine addict. He spent a total of 20 quid but says he won £45. Erm, yeah ok.
I played on the 2p machines. More in my budget and excitement parameters.
They even had posh 10p ones for the wealthy!
It was now 4ish and we were hungry, so we went to Taybarns. Big John and Tanya introduced this place to me. It’s basically an American style all-you-can-eat buffet. They do pizza, Chinese, Mexican, grill products, roasts, soups, salads, desserts and so forth. I had five platefuls (including two deserts). I let your imagination decide how many Paul had :wink:
We headed back to Newcastle city centre to check in. The Lodge was rank. We were greeted by the most disgusting smell ever. I can only describe it as seaweed that has been pickling in tramps piss for three years. It’s no wonder that the sour faced bint of reception was a mardy cow. Here’s our room. Right above the main entrance.
It had a decent view. The area around the quayside is lovely. The old architecture is still there and it’s been tarted up with some nice paving and whatnot. We could see the Tyne, but no fog on it.
We both had epic turds before heading out to see the city and get pissed. Here’s the quayside. I like the different levels. It’s sort of American with a British slant to it.
Here’s a building. Couldn’t be arsed to find out what it’s called but it looked like a big silver slug sat next to a dirty river.
Here’s the Millennium Bridge.
Lol, as we were walking towards the bridge there was a busker doing a really dire version of the Doctor Who theme tune on his guitar, complete with “woo-hoo-whoo” noises. I appreciate tacky entertainment so I threw a 50p at him, to which he thanked me by shouting “EXTERMINATE!” in a darlek voice. I pissed myself laughing.
We walked over the bridge and then back again. View from the bridge.
An impressive looking building.
Another building for you. I quite liked this one actually. It’s very much in the style of an Amsterdam building. Thin and tall.
It’s rather hilly as you walk up from the quayside towards the city centre and bar area. Paul’s not the fittest of people so we had to stop every few minutes. I liked it though. It’s much better than the bland, flat, plastic cities I’m used on the south coast.
Church. Probably not much use for one of these up here.
China Town. Had a few drinks in a nearby pub. Paul won £30 on the fruit machine. I necked two pints whilst talking to this Geordie Chinese couple. I struggled do understand but we smiled politely.
We had enough of the touristy crap by now and decided to hit Bigg Market. Big Market is renowned for it’s slags and nightlife. I’m an avid read of adult-comic Viz, so this was like entering a world I’ve read so much about. It was quite awesome I thought.
Sure enough, Bigg Market was a Meett Market…even on a Sunday night! The birds fell into two categories. You had the fat slags as portrayed in Viz, or you had the slim, long legged, fake tanned stunners. Absolutely no imbetweeners. **** me, there was plenty of skirt around. Chatted to a few birds although I wasn’t on my best form so nothing really developed. However, I did fall in love with the Geordie accent. It’s some warm and sensual.
After a couple more drinks and a few more bars, we stumbled back down towards the quayside for a quiet nightcap before hitting the hay.
Here’s the bridge at night. The colours change.
The slug looking building.
And a grainy photo of Paul and me.
So that was Newcastle. The city certainly has a unique character. It’s a very honest, open and friendly city. I don’t think that there much there for an average tourist, but as a stag/hen do/massive piss up city, it’s ideal. I’d certainly go back, if only for the nightlife.
Coming in the next instalment of The Chipboard Cities Tour…
· Whisky, whisky and more whisky
· The Hunt for Haggis
· Huge mounds…Edinburgh awaits!
Before I begin, just a few pointers.
The name “Chipboard Cities Tour” was a name we called the jaunt when I remarked how many buildings were boarded up with chipboard compared to the cities in the south of the UK. Seriously, we saw loads!
Minimal effort was put into taking the photos. So if you’re expecting glorious high-quality photos then don’t bother reading on. We just snapped away with a dated compact camera, making no effort to frame or whatever. I’m not apologising for this, I just want you to be aware that Raybould didn’t take them.
The opinions in this report are based around my own observations and I do not set out to intentionally offend (honestly!). If I think something is crap, I’ll say so. I am quite snobby by nature and also brutally honest with my opinions.
Right, as Noel Edmonds would say, that’s the housekeeping done. Lets play Deal or No Deal.
We left Eastleigh at 8am on Sunday morning. Our first stop was Newcastle, a staggering 317 miles away. The hire car we had was a new Vauxhall Insignia. A decent car with plenty of toys. One of which was a USB port for the iPod. Unfortunately I didn’t take mine along, so I had to endure Paul’s music. Paul insisted on listening to the iPod in song alphabetical order. Urgh.
It was a long drive. Paul insisted on doing all the driving because Paul is a worse passenger than me.
That suited me as I could remain in a drunken state for the duration and eat sweets and take photos.
We saw a power plant. May not be exciting to some people, but to Paul and me it was. We’re not used to seeing massive industry like this and we were impressed by the sheer scale of this plant. Its somewhere up north on the A1.
We went right.
As we approached Gateshead we could see the first of our planned stops. Can you see it in the background?
Yes, it’s the Angel of the North. Here’s the blurb if anybody is interested.
Here’s the Arse of The Angel of the North.
And the Shapely Boobs of The Angle of The North.
Everybody went down here to take a photo of it.
Most people mimicked the Angel. Of course I had to as well.
The AotN was a lot smaller than I had imagined. Having seen it on the telly and, I thought it would have been much bigger. Ok, it is big but just not as big as I thought. I think it’s a rather interesting and impressive piece of art and it was cool to see and touch it.
So on we went! We had made great progress – Paul has a heavy left foot (lol, make a joke out of that if you wish!). It was 1pm-ish as we hit headed over the Tyne Bridge towards our hotel.
The cars inbuilt sat nav did not like the roundabout near the Metro radio building and we ended up getting a bit lost. Out came my glorious iPhone and soon we were back on track. Driving about did give us the chance to see the not-so-lovely 1950’s concrete structures. And yes, plenty of chipboard. Very much like Southampton before the mass development a few years ago.
We found the hotel – Newcastle Central Travelodge – but it was too early to check in. I suggested to Paul that there we could go and see South Shields “as it was supposed to be nice.” Obviously I had other plans in mind. I wanted to grab the credits at Ocean Beach and I promised Paul there was an all you can eat restaurant nearby. His eyes lit up and we headed off.
So, Ocean Beach for two crappy rollercoasters, costing me a grand total of £3.50.
I’m assuming that cleanliness or running water is new to northerners? Why else would they have instructions on how to wash your hands and operate a tap?
So yeah, Apple Coaster first. Went round a total of five circuits so I got my moneys worth. Paul found it hysterical that I would ride a kids coaster. I maintained a serious look on my face throughout.
The Zyklon thingy was next. Check out Paul’s amazing photography here…
Once I had done my thing, we messed about in the arcades. Paul is fruit machine addict. He spent a total of 20 quid but says he won £45. Erm, yeah ok.
I played on the 2p machines. More in my budget and excitement parameters.
They even had posh 10p ones for the wealthy!
It was now 4ish and we were hungry, so we went to Taybarns. Big John and Tanya introduced this place to me. It’s basically an American style all-you-can-eat buffet. They do pizza, Chinese, Mexican, grill products, roasts, soups, salads, desserts and so forth. I had five platefuls (including two deserts). I let your imagination decide how many Paul had :wink:
We headed back to Newcastle city centre to check in. The Lodge was rank. We were greeted by the most disgusting smell ever. I can only describe it as seaweed that has been pickling in tramps piss for three years. It’s no wonder that the sour faced bint of reception was a mardy cow. Here’s our room. Right above the main entrance.
It had a decent view. The area around the quayside is lovely. The old architecture is still there and it’s been tarted up with some nice paving and whatnot. We could see the Tyne, but no fog on it.
We both had epic turds before heading out to see the city and get pissed. Here’s the quayside. I like the different levels. It’s sort of American with a British slant to it.
Here’s a building. Couldn’t be arsed to find out what it’s called but it looked like a big silver slug sat next to a dirty river.
Here’s the Millennium Bridge.
Lol, as we were walking towards the bridge there was a busker doing a really dire version of the Doctor Who theme tune on his guitar, complete with “woo-hoo-whoo” noises. I appreciate tacky entertainment so I threw a 50p at him, to which he thanked me by shouting “EXTERMINATE!” in a darlek voice. I pissed myself laughing.
We walked over the bridge and then back again. View from the bridge.
An impressive looking building.
Another building for you. I quite liked this one actually. It’s very much in the style of an Amsterdam building. Thin and tall.
It’s rather hilly as you walk up from the quayside towards the city centre and bar area. Paul’s not the fittest of people so we had to stop every few minutes. I liked it though. It’s much better than the bland, flat, plastic cities I’m used on the south coast.
Church. Probably not much use for one of these up here.
China Town. Had a few drinks in a nearby pub. Paul won £30 on the fruit machine. I necked two pints whilst talking to this Geordie Chinese couple. I struggled do understand but we smiled politely.
We had enough of the touristy crap by now and decided to hit Bigg Market. Big Market is renowned for it’s slags and nightlife. I’m an avid read of adult-comic Viz, so this was like entering a world I’ve read so much about. It was quite awesome I thought.
Sure enough, Bigg Market was a Meett Market…even on a Sunday night! The birds fell into two categories. You had the fat slags as portrayed in Viz, or you had the slim, long legged, fake tanned stunners. Absolutely no imbetweeners. **** me, there was plenty of skirt around. Chatted to a few birds although I wasn’t on my best form so nothing really developed. However, I did fall in love with the Geordie accent. It’s some warm and sensual.
After a couple more drinks and a few more bars, we stumbled back down towards the quayside for a quiet nightcap before hitting the hay.
Here’s the bridge at night. The colours change.
The slug looking building.
And a grainy photo of Paul and me.
So that was Newcastle. The city certainly has a unique character. It’s a very honest, open and friendly city. I don’t think that there much there for an average tourist, but as a stag/hen do/massive piss up city, it’s ideal. I’d certainly go back, if only for the nightlife.
Coming in the next instalment of The Chipboard Cities Tour…
· Whisky, whisky and more whisky
· The Hunt for Haggis
· Huge mounds…Edinburgh awaits!