When you have a 95-minute delay on a fifty minute flight you know that the destination is Newcastle. And so I arrived at 3:35PM instead 2:00PM. From that point onwards all went well: pick-up was easy, drive into town enchanting (nothing to see in the dense fog) and arrival in toon as appallingly gross as one would expect from a town famous for its party excesses. Dinner was splendid, with a distinct Asian touch, and the night short...
Now it's breakfast time, and Full Monty time all over again...
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