I once spent four hours on a train conveying washed up England soccerball legend Gazza to his Newcastle home. He bought some old ladies lunch and, as the journey progressed, proceeded to steal (and drink) all of the miniature booze from the immobilised drinks trolley. Immobilised by his gargantuan Louis Vuitton holdall which I incidentally had to carry off the train for him.
I do love me some Newcastle. We've got a shit-ton of craft beers in this city so I don't drink it unless I'm at a bar that doesn't carry one of the many non-domestic beers that are brewed here.
I used to drink that shit by the 6 pack when I lived in the suburbs.
I do love me some Newcastle. We've got a shit-ton of craft beers in this city so I don't drink it unless I'm at a bar that doesn't carry one of the many non-domestic beers that are brewed here.