Newcastle has its own accent and its own culture compared to the rest of the United Kingdom. The people party almost every night, like night was some huge occasion to celebrate. It’s cold here too, but the girls will go out in mini skirts and low-cut blouses. The guys were short sleeves and won’t wear a coat in the evening. I was on my way to a club from my Newcastle hotel (http://www.newcastlehotel.co.uk), and saw this young crowd of men and women just standing around freezing, which I found pretty ridiculous, but amusing at the same time.

I found out that the people of Newcastle are called ‘Geordies‘. Apparently, during a back in the day revolution that occurred in England, Newcastle’s province was the only one that remained steadfast and faithful to the King. I wonder why this province, at the time, figured out things differently than the rest of the country? The King was King George, so hence the ‘Geordies’ nickname for Newcastlarians. For some reason, it seems like every King in England had the name of George, or Henry, or Richard, lots of Richards. Richards were the ones always being invaded upon, Henry’s were the ones that were fat and the George’s were the goof ball, nut cases who shouldn’t have been Kings in the first place.

I mean, what kind of a name is ‘George’ anyway, doesn’t seen like a name for a King. Sounds more neurotic if you ask me, actually, I met more Georges in the pubs I visited than any other name. It was funny, one night I walked into a pub and sat up at the bar and turned to the guy sitting next to me and asked, ‘so, George, what’s good tonight?’ He looked at me like he should know me, but couldn’t recall my name, and he responded, ‘nothings good, my friend, nothing’.  I just laughed.

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