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About Newcastle

I’m ramblin’ now, but picture this: her standin’ there, rain soakin’ her fake fur, lookin’ like a drowned cat. “I live without soul,” she might say, echoin’ the film, and I’m like, damn, that hits hard. Wanna shake her, tell her she’s more than this, but who am I? Just a nosy dick with a badge. Still, she’s a mystery—prostitute life’s a fuckin’ puzzle, and I’m hooked!

Fears that vice and violence are seeping back into Balsall Heath

Cheddar Road in Balsall Heath was synonymous with vice until radical changes were made with the help of two nuns. Sisters Magdalene Matthews and Maisie Nevin arrived in the area in .

First off, I hit up the Cheddar Gorge. You know, that massive limestone gorge? It’s like nature’s way of flexing. I’m standing there, mouth agape, and then BAM! A goat just strolls by like it owns the place. I mean, who does this goat think it is? The King of Cheddar? I laughed, but also, I was low-key jealous.

To eat: Tom Barnes' recipe for Skof’s confit potatoes, cheddar and horseradish