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THE LONG-TERM future of Ellington Colliery - Northumberlands last remaining coal mine - may be uncertain, but residents of the nearby village dont see much of a future if this road sign is anything to go by |
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ANYONE ON Tyneside will know that tack is charva slang for hash, so this was a particularly ill-advised name for a shop in Seaton Delaval selling horse equipment. Anyway, the shop is now closed-down, so heres a ready-made opportunity for some enterprising radgie to open a drugs den |
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Ashington |
English |
| Jerkin |
Short jacket |
Being funny |
| Spurt |
Quick burst |
Pimple or boil |
| Learn |
Find out |
Borrowed from bank |
| Shirk |
Avoid duties |
Sudden fright |
| Turn |
Revolve |
Ripped |
| Stirred |
Mixed with spoon |
Past tense, stand |
| Glared |
Stared angrily |
Happy |
| Firm |
Compact and solid |
Official document |
| Beck |
Stream |
Rear part of body |
| Leer |
Stare lustfully |
Fibber |
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NEWCASTLE STUFF has been taking the piss out of Mackems for over year now, but residents of both Sunderland and Toon appreciate a bit of gentle joshing.
However, we fell foul of a Sunderland football fanzine last month and had to print an apology, for accidentally reproducing some of their copyright material.
Theyve every right to be a bit tetchy on Wearside after their teams truly disgraceful performance and subsequent relegation from the Premiership, so we were happy to put a pound in the post to smooth matters.
But theres no such pussyfooting from Newcastle United fanzine True Faith, who rushed out a special end-of-season edition called Lets All Laugh At Sunderland, aimed at those who like to gloat at the Mackems misfortunes.
These eighty-eight pages of spite and bile are guaranteed to ratchet up the rivalry between the two cities which is unlikely to be vented on the football pitch for many years to come.
Kicking off with a story about the deadly S.A,R.S. virus Sunderland Are Really Shite the publication contains page after page of jokes and piss-take pieces about the team and those unfortunate enough to support them.
If youve got a sense of humour and youll need one if youre a Mackem you can buy this magazine at most newsagents, price £2.99 |
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WITH THE football season over, the local press has the tricky task of concocting enough transfer rumours to fill the back pages each day for the next three months. Given the talent and imagination of local sports journalists, most of this will be utter crap.
But Newcastle fans who want to be first to know the comings and goings at St. James Park need look no further than the Toon Car.
Owned by a brewery worker called Tex from Shieldfield, this is the most reliable source of information about new club signings; with their names lovingly if not artistically applied to the bodywork with what appears to be a nail varnish brush, before their signatures have dried on their contracts.
The motor currently sports the names of the entire first-team squad, manager, physio and assorted coaching staff, so its safe to assume that therell be no major transfer action for the next couple of weeks.
However, Tex shows his vintage by devoting the coveted bonnet space to the FA Cup-winning side of 1955, whose players would be delighted to know they are still able to stop traffic and turn heads almost fifty years after their Wembley triumph.
Incidentally, this is at least Texs second Toon Car. He previously owned a Capri, decked out in a similar fashion. Its not clear what happened to this, but one things for certain: it wont have been nicked.
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How To Gan On In Newcastle: Borrowing a tab
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WITHIN MINUTES of arriving in Newcastle you will encounter the legendary Geordie hospitality, when a complete stranger approaches you with his right hand extended. "Lenz a tab," hell say.
You have made a pal, and he is suggesting you cement the friendship with the long-term loan of a cigarette. You, in turn, are obliged to lend him one.
This routine will happen every time you venture out in Newcastle. So if you dont smoke, nows a good time to start.
The friendliest types are young lads wearing colourful sportswear and a "nippa" behind their ear, who sound as though theyre talking through their left nostril.
When he says "Lenz a tab," you will reply "nee bother, charver." Hell be sure to look out for you in future.
He may have a female with him. Shell also be wearing sportswear, dripping with gold-coloured jewellery. The fringe of her yellow hair will have been carefully sprayed over a coke tin until its twice the size of her head. She is known as a Kappa Slapper or "me bewer."
In this case you will offer two cigarettes. And if youre feeling particularly gregarious, add the words "bet she gans like the clappaz." Your wit will be noted.
Now that you understand this easy piece of etiquette, why not try it yourself?
Simply walk up to a stranger in a bar or on a bus, lean close to their face, and say the words:
"Lenz a tab."
Better still, try it on everyone you pass in the street youll be surprised at the interesting situations this can lead to.
And youll know when youve met a true kindred spirit, when they reply "Ah was ganna ask yee." |
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| EATING OWT |
BLUE APPLE CAFE |
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by Jane ONeill
BEING A HEALTH conscious veggie type - well, a veggie at least - I get a little tired of the fact that eating out often consists of a cheese sandwich, or a cheese salad, or just good ol cheese.
However, happening upon the small but perfectly formed Blue Apple café on Heaton Road, Heaton, has restored my faith in meat-free dining.
With a range of veggie & vegan snacks, breakfasts, sarnies, salads, and lovely sweeties (well a girl cant be healthy 24/7?!), a hard afternoons shopping warranted one of everything and two of everything else.
Although I had promised myself no cheese, the Greek salad sounded too good to resist, served with homemade hummus and lots of fresh bread.
A really fresh and tasty green salad, with plenty of feta cheese, olives and tomatoes, served in a massive portion, it didnt stop me from nicking some of my compadres fakin bacon, rocket and avocado ciabbatta, just as plentiful and just as tasty.
After washing all this down with a milk & syrup kiddichino for the caffeine virgin (me) and a evil lil espresso for the hardcore companion, we decided the share the calories in a slice of low fat carrot cake with a cranberry topping, which quickly turned into a vicious spoon fight over the last slice.
The loser (me again) consoled themselves with a bottle of fruity Seville orange jigger, and we set off to spread the good word amongst the dairy saturated vegetablarians of Newcastle
Blue Apple Café can be found at 182 Heaton Road, open 10-6:30pm Mon-Fri, 10-5pm Sat, tel. no 0191 2092571, lovely people, luscious food, eat all your greens and youll get some pudding.
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