Natalie Brigg Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

Brigg – where the past meets the present

So, I’m wandering around, soaking in the vibes, when I bump into my mate Dave. He’s all excited about some new pub opening on Bigby Street. Apparently, they’ve got craft beers and live music. I’m like, “Count me in!” But then he drops the bomb – it’s called The Tipsy Badger. I mean, c’mon, who names a pub that? I can’t even.

Miles Briggs named Scottish shadow education secretary