Gateshead High Street is slowly rotting away. It’s embarrassing that the town applied for city status last year.
Despite the new development in Trinity Square, the town centre’s a mess. The Council’s policy seems to be one of neglect and demolition and the centre’s even worse that Sunderland’s. And, dare I say, Stevenage.
Apparently, Peter and Maria had a conversation along these lines before he left to meet me last night:
Peter: No, I can’t leave any later, I need to meet Gary at half seven.
Maria: you didn’t say you were going out with Gary!
Peter: Does it matter who I go out with?
Maria: No, but you always come home really drunk when you go out with Gary.
Which reminds me that Anne recently said the same thing about Trevor. I’ve tended to think about it the other way round; I get really drunk when I’m out with Peter or Trevor.
We did have a little too much, too quickly, last night though. On returning home, I noticed that the road wasn’t busy at all. So I took the opportunity to try to replicate this picture.
But it didn’t quite work out.
And I think that my second in command’s car needs a wash.