What I Did On My Holidays.
A bridge in Durham. It was windy.
There was a gala on the day I arrived. Loads of pissed ex-miners and brass bands. Everything you've heard about the North East is true.
This picture in no way conveys the scale of the cathedral. It costs £40,000 a week to maintain the building. We didn't donate anything though, oh well.
So so pretty...why AM I such a sucker for pretty architecture?
The ACTUAL mayor of Durham, I was quite starstruck. I got told off for going into the cathedral at the wrong time, though, whoops.
The centre of Durham's very picturesque but I wouldn't really want to live there. Too small. Might get a *bit* boring...?
The river Wear.
Yes. I didn't actually take this picture, but I thought I'd stick it on here. Purple sky! Nice.
This is, quite evidently, a tomb. I can't remember whose. Possibly Saint Cuthbert's. I can't remember what he did. I'm not doing very well am I.
NEWCASTLE! *insert rant about the amazingness of the city*. This is just a normal shopping centre: I was at one point seriously considering buying a pink Hello Kitty guitar for £179.
This building was awesome, even though I didn't get that close to it. It's in Gateshead and it's called The Sage. Apparently.
It's a real Fatty! Well, a model one. A real model. Anyway, I feel that 'Fatty' has now become culturally validated.
HA! FLOOD!!!
The Angel of the North. See, I found this quite underwhelming, but I guess it's one of those things you just have to visit at some point. Nice day for it too.
Angel of the North looking fucking fat!
The most sterotypically Indie looking people I've ever met (excepting Simon, natch). They're Andy's friends from Sunderland. Their accents weren't *too* incomprehensible...
I like to think this is how I actually saw them at the time, blurred and drunken as my perceptions were.
The twisty spire in Chesterfield. On the train in the way home. I became encumbered with an American man who wanted to tell me about his travels. AND I was hungover.
Still, good trip.