The sun setting over the Derwent valley, County Durham, England - may ‘12.
The Gate, Newcastle.
Does this look like one of the circles of Hell to you? It doesn’t? Oh, your eyes deceive you!
The Gate is the most repugnant- and by far the most entertaining- place to be in Newcastle on a night out. It’s a leisure complex, and I have no idea how they cleared everyone out to take this photo, because it’s always absolutely packed. I go there to go the cinema on the top floor (and to go to my job as a cocktail waitress on stilts- oh wait), but along the way, on the bottom floor there’s a bunch of clubs and on the second floor there are mostly restaurants and a casino, I think. Every night after around… 8 PM or so, it becomes a total Hellhole of the most amusing type. The mode of dress doesn’t even surprise me anymore. Girls squash themselves into the tightest, shortest dresses they can find- even if they wind up looking like a sausage- and wear heels that can only be successfully handled by a Spartan. Every time I’m there, there’s never a dull moment. I’m within a block of the Gate and I see a drug deal in the middle of the sidewalk. I go into the movie, someone is being escorted out of one of the clubs by the cops. I go watch the movie. And then I leave.
I went on Friday, and on my way out I was taking the escalator down and a girl in front of me was with two guys (it is worth mentioning at this point that guys don’t ever seem to bother dressing up. Tightish t-shirt and baggy jeans. Somehow that’s acceptable? Double standard fail) and a very short dress. One of the guys stands on the same step as her…
…and then crouches and LOOKS UP her dress. Like, while everyone is standing there.
And she just kinda laughed, but not laughing nearly as hard as I was…
Stay classy, Newcastle!
It’s also worth mentioning that the Gate is the only place in this city where I get stared at. It’s because I’m overdressed. In jeans, a shirt, and a jacket.
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I am this bored.
And my own affairs were as bad, as dismal, as the day I had been born. The only difference was that now I could drink now and then, though never often enough. Drink was the only thing that kept a man from feeling forever stunned and useless. Everything else just kept picking and picking, hacking away. And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And I’ve got to live with these fuckers for the rest of my life, I thought. God, they all had assholes and sexual organs and their mouths and their armpits. They shit and they chattered and they were dull as horse dung. The girls looked good from a distance, the sun shining through their dresses, their hair. But get up close and listen to their minds running out of their mouths, you felt like digging in under a hill and hiding out with a tommy-gun. I would certainly never be able to be happy, to get married, I could never have children. Hell, I couldn’t even get a job as a dishwasher
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