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Not an overly eventful day, spot of shopping in the city, picked up the most beautiful pair of shoes I’ve ever seen in my life – forgetting that £79 isn’t actually a bargain.

But just driving and walking around Newcastle, there are old churches, spectacular architecture and of course, a damn Castle in the city center so of course every moment is amazing. I love cities in Europe, so much history and beauty on every corner.

So thank goodness for the ease of the day, the night was the complete opposite. Geordie wedding party, just asking for a gincident. Headed out to Sunderland and caught up with Patties mates for the wedding party of Louise and Elliot. Felt a little awkward before rocking up, not having actually met the couple but needn’t have – amazing couple and awesome group of people. Dancing, drinking, eating, drinking and walking/crawling through the hotel door at 6 something am…

Saturday 29th December 2018.

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Lush aye?

A jet lagged Holly and hungover Kylie catching a 9am train to Newcastle, what could go wrong?

How about splitting the seam of my pants along the butt while in the middle of King’s Cross Station, standing for the 3 hour train ride or realising you’re going to end up on a fetish YouTube channel when the sign on the mirror in the train toilet says “go on, give us a smile”… and I didn’t even find platform nine and three quarters…

Wasn’t all bad, coffee and truffle eggs in a cup saved the day and my sanity.

Good things come from the Aussie Newcastle, like my favourite band, so pretty high expectations and looking back the day after, it didn’t disappoint.

Having being renamed Sheila and Matilda by our man Pattie, it was my chrissie present of Roger’s Profanisaurus that set the scene for the night to come.

Two Aussie lass’s out drinking with the lads of Newcastle. The before shot…

Quickly realised gin wasn’t the reason I couldn’t understand the lads, they have a Geordie language of their own and it’s the most entertaining damn thing I’ve ever heard, and not understood…

Aye pet, that’s bollocks, gan to toon ta get mortal… cue staring blankly…

Needless to say the pub crawl through Tynemouth was epic with little photo evidence so well and truly, what happens in Tynemouth, stays in Tynemouth… especially since asking one of the lads to take a picture of you and your bestie ends up with a camera roll of this….

Two Aussie lass’s out drinking with the lads of Newcastle. The after shot…

Thursday 27th December 2018.

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Let it snow

Ah, Christmas Day – never have I ever had such a good Christmas present as hanging with my bestie (sorry Mum, Fireman calendar was my second favourite!). Although I’m missing seeing my monsters and the fam, we had a turducken filled chrissie on Sunday, so I think I’m forgiven for leaving…

There were tears in the eyes when I finally rocked up in Brixton, the driver made a sly exit while we hugged out the last 6 months. The bestie that knows me best had all the Christmas bests ready, prosecco and bacon for brekkie, gin and ham for lunch and mulled wine for dessert. Once I’d washed the stench of immigration off me, it was onesie and present time. Watching Kylie open the love filled presents from her family and friends is what Christmas is all about, oh yeah, and the dude that died on the cross…

And then it happened. The Christmas present that took me a full 10 minutes to understand, the card read “I look forward to seeing your face in the crowd, Jon Snow xx”. The person that knows me best got us tickets to the live broadway performance of True West, starring Kit Harrington, aka Jon Snow. Dreams do come true.

The thing I didn’t know I needed in my life happened at 3pm – the Queens Christmas message. I’m not one to buy into all the Royal hoo ha but for some reason, having queenie talk about peace on earth and goodwill to all warmed my heart. Getting soft…

Anyone that knows me well can guess what my third favourite thing of the day was… food, all the food and all the gin. Because bacon and prosecco and Lindt balls were burned off during present time. Kyles certainly outdid herself, gammon (ham to us Aussies), Yorkshire pudding, sprouts, parsnips and the best gravy I’ve had in my life. Would sell my soul for more of that gravy… if I had one left that is…

Christmas ain’t Christmas without Christmas movies and we all know the best Christmas flick around, Die Hard!! Too bad I passed out in a jet lag haze before the infamous and best line of all time… “Ho Ho Ho (insert expletives – my mum is reading this…)”. Apparently I kept waking up and asking Kylie’s if I’d missed it and promising her we’d get to the pub in a minute. Liar. I was passed out in a happy place of gin, full belly, bestie and finally those sleeping pills that kicked in 24 hours too late…

Tuesday 25th December 2018

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