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Published: July 20th 2008
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Warkworth Castle
Yesterday was the first day I've been here and it was sunny. Despite it being sunny, the weather was still cold. I finally understand how my people (haha I sound like a bit of a Nazi saying that) got so pale. Even when it's sunny, you still need to wear a hoodie.
After a conversation with Raph at the bar last night, she told Dom that he HAD TO take me to see a castle. So we went to Castle Warkworth which is about 40 minutes drive from where I'm staying.
The first part of the Castle was built in 1150 AD (according to the booklet thing I have infront of me) with modifications contastantly being made until about 1569-70 when it was ruined by Sir Thomas Forster. A lot of the Castle was never actually completed and was in a constant state of repair due to battles and pillaging.
I took heaps of photos so it's probably more exciting to look at them then hear me ramble.
Woodhorn Coal Mine
On the way back from the badass castle, we stopped in at this place called Woodhorn, only because there was a massive
sign out the front and we didn't know what the hell it was. Turns out it was a Coal Mining Museum. I found the place pretty boring. The whole tour we went on was inside, you didn't actually get to see any of the outside buildings. Meh, it cost £2.5 ($6) for parking and there was 3 of us.
We got coffee afterwards at the cafe and they had this budget as fuck coffee machine that looked like it was created in like 1993 or something stupid like that. I felt like I was being ripped off royally giving them money for this average as fuck coffee.
Everyone there was really fucking weird. It reminded me of a cult following. Like, this place was in the middle of no-where, there was a wedding going on in one of the buidlings and yeah. Everyone there was just a chronic creaton.
The Pub
After everything we went to a Pub called "The Beehive" for an English pub meal and a few pints. This was funny as. Dom made Raph drive so he could drink which she was kind of annoyed about but yeah. I got a Vege burger and
chips which was £6.95 ($18) and the proportion was massive (I think Mark's actually paying for the meal...he doesnm't know that yet though. Shot Dom. haha). I felt as fat as a silly drunk chick who hit the viaduct on a Saturday and got preggers to some dropkick with a mullet.
Dom and I had 2 Beehive Ales to drink. We were hoping to get a Spotted Hen (or something) but the chick at the bar couldn't understand me..or just didn't listen.
Conversation was funny. Some how we got on the topic of Tim and started ripping on him (shame cunt). We changed everyones name to have "Tim" at the start. Chirstoph became Tim-Toph, Dominic - Tim-Inic, Raphael - Tim-Aeal and I became Tim-Free.
It was funny at the time so shut up.
After that, Dom and I had the drinking buzz on so we went to a pub up the road called the Hunters Lodge (i think). It's the local pub and as such, there were some quite common people there. One old lady who knew Dom (apparently she works there) who came up and started chatting away. She was the sort of hagged old alcoholic
that you'd much rather backhand then associate with.
I went to go to the boys room which was roofless as fuck. No toilet paper, the soap despensor was broken, the hand drier didn't work, yet, there was a sign on the wall saying "If you're not satisfied with our facilities, please let one of the staff know."
I felt like walking up there and telling them their toilet was an OSH hazard and handing them a list of things to fix..but instead, I acted cool and let it slide.
Well, that's enough rambling for today.
Catch you up.
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Tim Baker
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dear geoff
dear geoff. even though your in the u.k, dont forget you're still shit.