“He’s not really going to do EIGHT Tyneside posts, is he ?” you ask.
Dunno. Depends if they all produce enough photos to eke out a storyline.
You can never tire of the Tyne, surely ?
I can get a little tired of the micros behind the station, but that’s as much because I get my Chimps mixed up with my Boxes and my Streets.
And surely that barbers should be selling Almasty by now ?
Box Social and Beer Street (B) are so indistinguishable on Forth Street I feel compelled to tell you that Beer Street is the one next to the “herbal” shop.
I only did Box Social in January, and I’m convinced I must have done this new one as well, so identical is the layout and stairs at the back.
Admit it, could you tell 3 McDonalds side-by-side apart ?
But McDonalds don’t sell mince & onion pies in paper bags.
Or have a homage to Auf Wiedersehen Pet. I’d surely have remembered that.
Half a dozen blokes a bit younger than me discuss an enticing beer range.
I’m no fan of enticing beer ranges as you know, so follow the pack and go for McColl Sumu which sounds a bit like a hop. Very good, anyway (3.5).
Not my sort of seating but the window seat is a great place to view office workers while enjoying “Uncertain Smile” and “There Is A Light That Never Goes Out“. But no “That’s Livin’ Alright (alright)“, sadly.
Two micros down, only four to go, I head for the bridges.