England gone Wrong
Newcastle upon Tyne Travel Blog› entry 4 of 17 › view all entries
Wow, Newcastle was certainly an experience!
I'd heard amazing things about Newcastle's night life so I thought it would be interesting to give it a shot.
Naturally, I travel looking for more than just a boozing night and I expected to dust up on their amazing history, experience some culture and learn a little about the people.
I should have stuck strictly to just boozing!
I very quickly learned that about the only reason anyone would go to Newcastle was to have a stag/hens/bachelor party, get absolutely blind drunk, act like a bunch of complete idiots, and then either start a fight or start crying/screaming/vomitting/annoying people (if you're female). To say it was horrible would be an understatement. I actually also witnessed two girls fighting in one pub and it was terrible - they smashed the hell out of eachother using bottles, pulling hair, tearing, scratching and landing some pretty serious punches.
I'm pretty open minded and I've done my fair share of globetrotting, boozing, partying and running amock - but I felt like a grumpy old man in Newcastle. The way the people acted was atrocious and I felt no inclination to be a part of it. I cant see why any city would want or allow such behaviour. When I arose on saturday morning people in my hotel lobby were already drinking pints of beer. By the early afternoon groups of staggering drunk girls were walking all over the streets. By 7pm they were already screeching and spilling onto the streets and bars, by midnight it was a total mess. I was just thankful that the bars all shut by 2/3am.
The other thing that struck me was that people were dressed entirely inappropriately. It was cold and windy however guys were all in t-shirts and the girls all in skimpy dresses. It just makes no sense. Further to this, the women seem to wear the same skimpy fashion whether it suits them at all and I wonder how their friends let them out the front door looking the way they do..
During the day I walked the streets, determined to see some history and architecture. I tried to talk to some Giordies (the locals) but no one knew anything about their own city. I was predominantly looking for the castle keep. In the 11th century a new castle was built in the town thus giving the city its name. The 'keep' of the castle still stands. This is an amazing feat in itself and quite an impressive piece of history.
About the only interesting thing I saw was the glorious steel Tyne bridge, which was used as the model for the Sydney Harbour Bridge - and of course Newcastle supplied the steel to Australia for this as well! The nearby convention centre was also prettty cool and kind of looked like a smoothed out Sydney Opera house! Apart from that, Newcastle had nothing else to offer.
I tried to talk to countless Geordies but failed abysmally. I left the town, convinced they are not capable of conversation. Unfortunately, most of them were drunk, so I cant really say my sampling was comprehensive. But in general their accent alone is bordering on impossible to understand. They sound basically like a retarded scottish person with a bee stung tongue. Those I did talk to had no concept of travel, couldnt understand what I was doing there, had not seen any of the 'tourist' destinations of the city or knew where they were. I find this sort of apathy and lack of pride quite sad. Others I spoke to were so weird, they just would stop talking to me mid conversation, or get distracted and walk away. One girl told me she hated Australians as soon as I started talking, another told me to go back to Ireland.
The one good thing I did experience was a superb English Breakfast with all the trimmings. I didnt even finish it! And the bread was served deep fried... something I had never even contemplated or heard of before.... no wonder the population is so obese....
I went to bed, laughing at how wrong and messed up one place can be.
I drove away the next morning, happy to have that option....