Newcastle surprised us both. It was a gorgeous day and we found a really sweet art gallery. We had a walk all the way round the city and down to the bridge before we tried to find the venue. It was a Sunday night and we weren't expecting much, but I was soon to be proven wrong. We found the venue and we were greeted by my new best friend, Jack, what a fucking guy. We loaded in and he said "Do you want to see upstairs" I thought he was into some freaky shit for second then he said it was where we were staying. A huge flat, loads of whisky, booze, food, beds, guitars, ukuleles and bongs. Shite dogs. We set up, watched some bands, got a little pissed, played a really great show, Harry played a slide solo stood on top of the bar while the crowd held his guitar. We stayed in the venue and partied to Bon Jovi for a bit before going upstairs for a really mint party with the promoter and everyone from the bar and some guy who wouldn't shut up about how he had worked with Sean Connery once.The venue is called The End and Get Involved are the wonderful lads who put us on.
The next day we ate sausage and mash for £1.99 and then found the best record shop i have ever been in, ALT VINYL. Funniest shop assistant and best collection of records ever. We bought some Kid 606, Wooden Shjips, Dinosaur Jr, Aphex Twin and Dr Doom. Best collection of black metal and Detroit Techno I've ever seen. Word.
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