Saturday:- Arrived at Newcastle Central, met Connie, toddled along the quayside (eez cold) and saw the big slug on the hill (i.e. the Sage) as well as the big white bridgey thingy hmm should have taken a photo- Eventually went to Kublai Khan Chinese and Mongolian buffet for dinner wiv Con and Ham. Why its mongolian i’ll neva kno. But its pretty cool pickin raw pieces of salmon and shark and shoving it into a hatch for someone to cook for you. Mmmm. Calorie count: UNHEALTHY

Sunday:- DIY Mocha in the morning. Calorie Count: UNWISE- Auntie and Uncle takes us out for “yum cha”. Am co-erced chinese-style into eating way too much (and i still got concerned looks about how little i ate) Calorie Count: VERGING ON SHAME AND GUILT

Went to the beach (let us not think about what happens there at night) and flew a kite, tres cool. A little gap in my childhood has been fulfilled. – Posed in front of Shearer’s at St James Park for a pic and then legged it- Had the famous Italian Ice Cream of the North, yummy and GREAT value for a huge tub. Calorie Count: THERES AN AVAILABLE SLOT FOR YOUR LIPOSUCTION AT 3

Mooched around NCL town centre, including the Laing Art Gallery and the Blue Carpet (see imagestation for pics)-Posed in the middle of the road in town for a pic and then legged it- Made a cake – (proceeded to eat the cake. Calorie Count: YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS-

Watched a dvd and got served some nachos with salsa and cheese. Calorie Count: THATS IT IM GOING HOME

Monday:- Ate one egg tart and swiss roll slice for brekkie. drank tea. Calorie Count: I’VE LOST COUNT BY NOW-

Went to my meeting down the road. Stared very blankly in the air for two hours whilst my colleague did most of the talking. Wondered when I could make a dash for the toilet. ( 1 x tea + 2 x coffee = hard workin’ bladder)- Met Con for lunch at Da Vinci’s, had napoli bolognese and the famouse fudge cake for dessert. Like a party in my mouth and all the fat people are invited. Calorie Count: I’M NOT LISTENING TO YOU LA LA LA-

Lovely sunny day, messed around in the childrens playground (well i DO have youthful looking skin) and chucked sticks at the ducks in the pond. Well they WERE mooning at us.

Geordie accent is brilliant. its not as obvious when you hear it on tv but its great in real life, love the way they say my name “kat’ie” as if someones sucked out the middle bit of the word and so theres a vacuum there eitherside of the syllables..