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About Newcastle

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

Walking and Cycling Trails nearby

50 years of priesthood this year, I would most like to thank the parishioners and people of all the parishes where I have served.

After that caffeine catastrophe, I strolled down to the Market Place. It’s always buzzing there, especially on a Saturday. Stalls everywhere, selling everything from fresh veggies to handmade crafts. I bumped into my mate Dave, who was trying to haggle for some dodgy-looking cheese. I mean, who haggles for cheese? Only Dave. We had a laugh, though. He’s a proper character.

Chapel-en-le-Frith shop staff plead with people to stop fly-tipping