As Ria is home for the weekend we went on a mission to Newcastle city centre, yesterday afternoon. Ria was hunting for a dress for the end of term parties and I needed something new to wear for going out on Saturday for drinks at "The Trout and Rod," to meet Kitty and her mysterious new man.
I should be on commission for Primark, as I seem to be there every five minutes but Ria wanted pyjama's and so we waded into the sea of bargain hunters and made a little diversion into the 'special occasion wear.' If that 'special occasion' happens to be a party, ball or wedding there were some surprisingly well priced, good looking prom dresses, satin mini skirts and sequined cocktail tops . However if your 'special occasion' is Halloween, you've had a good taste by pass operation or need a pole dancing outfit, fear not you'll find it here. Now I know where Jordan gets all her clothes.
"Wow look at these Mum," Ria said holding up a pair of purple satin hot pants. "Bet you'll see a lot of these in Town, tonight."
If you're over the age of forty five and think shorts are to be worn only during the Summer holidays, preferably abroad where no one will recognise you, you may be shocked at the thought. Particularly if it's as snowy today where you are, as it is here and like me you're reading this wearing your fingerless gloves, thermal vest and knickers. However, I should point out that even though I'm a wimp possibly after living in California for nine years, on the whole, we Geordie's are a particularly hardy lot in the cold. Even in the snow last December, scantily clad girls could be seen parading in the Big Market area in skyscraper sandals and dresses that looked as if they'd been made out of a hanky and two eye patches. There was so much tanned cleavage and thigh on display you'd think they'd just been beamed up from a beach in Ibiza and accidentally deposited in Newcastle City Centre. Friday night, is singles night and very popular for Hen parties and Stag Do's. It's not unusual to see nuns, bunny girls and nurses being pursued by legless men wearing cap sleeved T shirts, printed with a witty design depicting an arrow, that points to the man propping them up and reads "I'm with this idiot --->"
I should be on commission for Primark, as I seem to be there every five minutes but Ria wanted pyjama's and so we waded into the sea of bargain hunters and made a little diversion into the 'special occasion wear.' If that 'special occasion' happens to be a party, ball or wedding there were some surprisingly well priced, good looking prom dresses, satin mini skirts and sequined cocktail tops . However if your 'special occasion' is Halloween, you've had a good taste by pass operation or need a pole dancing outfit, fear not you'll find it here. Now I know where Jordan gets all her clothes.
"Wow look at these Mum," Ria said holding up a pair of purple satin hot pants. "Bet you'll see a lot of these in Town, tonight."
If you're over the age of forty five and think shorts are to be worn only during the Summer holidays, preferably abroad where no one will recognise you, you may be shocked at the thought. Particularly if it's as snowy today where you are, as it is here and like me you're reading this wearing your fingerless gloves, thermal vest and knickers. However, I should point out that even though I'm a wimp possibly after living in California for nine years, on the whole, we Geordie's are a particularly hardy lot in the cold. Even in the snow last December, scantily clad girls could be seen parading in the Big Market area in skyscraper sandals and dresses that looked as if they'd been made out of a hanky and two eye patches. There was so much tanned cleavage and thigh on display you'd think they'd just been beamed up from a beach in Ibiza and accidentally deposited in Newcastle City Centre. Friday night, is singles night and very popular for Hen parties and Stag Do's. It's not unusual to see nuns, bunny girls and nurses being pursued by legless men wearing cap sleeved T shirts, printed with a witty design depicting an arrow, that points to the man propping them up and reads "I'm with this idiot --->"
Here, Mam look at these, aren't they lush? Pretty brunette of about twenty says also holding up a pair of the minuscule purple satin hot pants.
Her mother looks at me rolls eyes and says "Eeeh, they're tiny where yi' ganna wear them for?"
"To gan to the Toon (Newcastle) next Friday neet."
"Eeeeh, y' canna gan oot in them, you'll catch ya death of cold."
"Whaddya mean, Mam? I ususally wear nowt."
"Well divven't blame me if you get yerself locked up."
"What do you think Dad?"
"Errrm will you be keepin' yer coat on Pet?"
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