I'm back in Newcastle, or as I might start calling it...shitcastle. I was excited about it but then I came to my senses and realised what a crap little city it is. I miss Leeds, I miss it all, even the pacing crack head who tells me an elaborate story involving his gran in hospital & the £1 he needs for the bus every time he sees me. And the random drunk in a dinner jacket who walks you to the train station serenading you on his acoustic guitar :( You just don't get that up here, well apart from the hobo who was dancing to the xmas display in Fenwicks window but that was just too sad when he started getting down on his hands and knees in puddles licking up the money people were throwing him :/ And the quality of Drum & Bass is just poor up here, i miss subdub and valve soundsystem. I miss raves so loud the reverbs make you wanna puke. I miss not sleeping or eating for 3 days. I miss the option of being alone and the option of seeing friends. I miss being cool. I feel like that boy stuck to the drain at the bottom of the pool by his intestines. Thanks Chuck P for that beautiful analogy.