Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Newcastle Day 7

The city area of Newcastle is quite flat, but has steep streets down to the river bank. R and myself caught the 39/40 bus to town and had a bite to eat somewhere I can't remember. Something was happening in town and instead of leaving the bus at Eldon Square, we had to get off earlier at a temporary terminus and we were a bit lost but R worked it out, remembering landmarks from his youth

We did have coffee at Cafe Nero facing St Thomas' Church. The last time we were in Newcastle we had coffee Cafe Nero and when R ordered a long black for me, the rather attractive young man behind the counter said, you are Australian. Only Australians ask for a long black. He was from Newcastle upon Hunter in Australia, not Newcastle upon Tyne in England. Really good coffee.

In Geordie speak, it being a nice sunny day and school holidays and a Saturday, the town was heavin'. That translates as very busy.

The city centre is relatively flat but short streets that lead down to the Tyne River bank are very steep. We would not want to, and R could not, walk up them.

We had a really nice time, just on our own, for the first time since we left home. Vegetables in the Grainger Market are still priced per pound and per kilo. R pointed out many things to me about the city and where he once worked.

I expect we rested a good bit in the afternoon once back at R's Sister's.

As soon as I heard we will go for pre dinner drinks at The Denton and cross the road to an Indian restaurant for dinner, I knew that it would end messily, and it did.

Jaipur is a seriously good Indian restaurant, perhaps superior to our usual in Australia. Mine Host being friendly and chatting to us helped, no doubt. Of course the Indian man had a relative in Melbourne and in a city of nearly 5 million people, did we know him at all?

R's nephew asked if we would like to come back to his home after dinner. I said no L. We like early nights, and then the matter was taken out of my hands and back to his place we went with various relatives including his own rather gorgeous 18 year old son and his lovely 12 year old daughter. R's middle sister was with with us, along with her ex bro in law, who is an accepted member of their family. He kept topping up my glass of Scotch constantly.  While I only sipped, eventually it made behave inappropriately, or not. You be the judge.

R's nephew is a successful businessperson, now owning a car panel beating shop. He makes a good income. He is happily married with the two aforesaid children.

So drinks were had by both me and him. I said to him truthfully, I've never really got the gay man lusting after straight men thing L but now I do. You are such a hot guy and so nice too. I've fallen in love with you. He brushed it off with aplomb, saying something like, I have that effect on people. I expect he does.

Worse is that once home he sent me a  message and I responded inappropriately and then he did too. I am finding out a lot about a straight English man's sexual provicalties. But he has never admitted to being unfaithful to his very attractive wife and I don't think he has been. It is all fantasy stuff. The messaging will die a natural death soon enough as we get bored with the conversation. He and his wife hope to visit Australia in 2021 and I hope they do. I will be great to see him again, and no, of course I didn't really fall in love with him and no, I wouldn't want sex with him (Andrew lies you reckon), but what fun to to talk openly with him.

Not too many photos taken on that day, but rather a lot at what turned into a party at L's place, with singing, dancing, karaoke and great conversations. I paid the price the next day and when we had the Sunday lunch at the Fox and Hounds, someone asked me if I felt ok, I said NO, I DO NOT.

St James' Park in the distance, the home of Newcastle United. 


The first time I was in England I had to ask what a grit box was for. It is grit to spread around when the ground is snowy or slippery.


Some whimsical architecture at the Civic Centre. Shades of Gaudi, me thinks.


St Thomas' Church.


I can't easily find out what this statue is.


Busy. The buskers were great.


A nice use for a grit box.


Another statue I am not sure about.


My dinner in the evening. Very nice.

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  1. I am smiling at your interaction with R's nephew. Rather a lot.
    Loved the alternative use for the grit box - which I had not heard of and was glad to have explained.

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    1. EC, unfortunately grit bins can double as rubbish bins, except they don't get emptied.

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  2. St Thomas church looks impressive

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    1. John, the number of churches in Newcastle surprised me.

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  3. That looks like a very tiny salad in the last picture :D Seriously, though, it doesn't look like it's meant as garnish or decoration but it's not very big either!

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    1. Jenny, I often have two entrees rather that one main course and probably that's what I did.

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  4. I quite expect the statue is to commemorate one side killing lots on the other side in some battle or other. I may be wrong!

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  5. Never heard or seen a grit box. When I hear the word "grit" I think of sand in ones teeth.
    Coffee is on

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    1. Dora, but I guess you have something similar when it is icy?

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  6. The Newcastle statues you photographed are very impressive, both presumably memorialising the tragic losses in war. The bronze statue of St George killing the Dragon was post-WW1 and the other, Winged Victory, probably was post-Boer Wars.

    In the USA, I asked for a Long Black and the waiter thought I was a racist!

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    1. Hels, are they what those statues are? Lol at you asking for a long black. That could have been really misinterpreted.

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  7. Sexting? tut tut Andrew, you naughty boy. I've never been to an Indian restaurant. I'm getting more picky about what I eat as I get older.

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    1. River, and at my age!!! Set price banquets are good at Indian restaurants. I don't think you like spicy food?

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    2. I like it, but it doesn't like me. It sets off my rosacea and my face burns red, for several days and feels like my face has been pumped up like a tyre although there is no actual swelling.

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  8. I love it when I meet someone who I connect with and can be completely open with. As an older straight female I can honestly say I have met some gay men in the past who I have thought mm... maybe!

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    1. Cheryl, sometimes I think that about older women. There wouldn't be high expectations on either persons part, just some nice low key fun and lots of cuddling.

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  9. Coming from New England, in the winter we have pots in various places of sand. Said sand is used to toss on the ice to keep one from falling on their backside!
    Thank you for the giggle re: R's nephew. Many years ago now I knew a gay man who was drop dead gorgeous! I told him so and that I too had fallen for his beauty! He told me then, "If only women it did it for me, darling, you would be the one!" LOL!

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    1. Exactly what gay men would say, true or not. And didn't you feel good after that.

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  10. It is amazing how much difference a little sand spread on the snow and ice will make, the Condo I live in puts out boxes of sand in winter.

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    1. Travel, it isn't something I know about.

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  11. Oh you sly old dog you, what an interesting twist to the nephew indeed. More to be revealed in time I would think.

    XO
    WWW

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    1. WWW, no, not really. I am sure no one wants explicit details.

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  12. The Geordies are well known for their straight talking and sense of humour. Are you sure your nephew wasn't just having a bit of fun with you?

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    1. Marie, no doubt he was/is, as I am with him.

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  13. I'm feeling a little deprived that I'll never have the need of a grit box 😁 Ooooo you are awful Andrew, but I like it 😉

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    1. Grace, I don't think you would like snow and ice.

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  14. Sounds to me that, knowing he was comfortable around gay men, which many straight men aren't, you let your guard down, with, thankfully, no repercussions.

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    1. Kirk, don't worry. I pick my marks. English men really don't seem so hung up about gay men.

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  15. Yes, yes the Whisky, lol ! I have to say I had never a man as a friend, after a while they all wanted more, husband or not. The only real male friends I have and trust are gay !

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    1. Gattina, they can't help it if you drive them to uncontrollable desire! Seriously, it is sad that a straight man and a straight woman can't be friends. Actually, my mother has always had straight male friends and I don't think she has had a problem.

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  16. Sounds like an evening with my Irish cousins.

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    1. They can party hard, for sure.

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