Originally Posted by Farang

...and I missed you very much. Except religious nut cases and idiots that is... I was away, because I failed. And, you know, failing can mess a man up. The only reason I didn't kill myself is because I'm scared shirtless of dying.

I'm gonna tell you about the only place in Newcastle that is worth mentioning. The only place I love and cherish. Newcastle universality is nice too, but it's supposed to be, it's a red brick university and shit posh shit and more shit...

Anyway, this place is way away from town located on shields rd... in short: it's a pub that opens at 9am and is surrounded by whore houses and got a separate table for lines. Fights happen. Yet, somehow, it's the nicest place. I used to come here with a friend, but he's gone, so I go alone. Not one person has ever joined me here I don't get it. I could say so much more, but probably regret later.

Anyway, the point is, I think, you can find understanding and compassion in the unlikeliest places. I know for a fact I won't meet a physics grad around here, and that's ok. This is not about drugs or violence either. It's about... being wasted?