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About London

I’m picturin’ it – me, drivin’ round, lookin’ for some action. Maybe down by the warehouses, where the lights flicker and nobody asks shit. Dr. Evil vibes – pinky up, “One million dollars.” – like I’m buyin’ the whole damn block. But real talk, it ain’t that fancy. Prolly just some chick named Tammy, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a streetlight. “What’s your story, hon?” I’d ask, all smooth, but inside I’m like, “This is nuts, what am I doin’?”

What brings you to Meetup today?

I order a pint of the local ale, and it’s like liquid gold. I take a sip, and it’s like a hug for my insides. But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Everyone’s lookin’ around like, “What the hell?” Turns out, some bloke burnt his toast in the kitchen. I mean, c’mon! How do you burn toast in a pub?

Brilliant rare footage shows what Newcastle's Scotswood Road was like back in 1968