22 Problems Only People From The North East Will Understand
16. Deciding To Go Shopping On A Match Day
Behold, it's match day in Sunderland; a sea of red and white zombies trundling around town, having sank their 17th pint by midday. Their counterparts, the black and white Orcs, clatter around the streets of Newcastle with bottles o' broon and lairy expressions. The moment your stomach falls through your bottom, as realisation dawns you've just stepped into town... on derby day. Squashed amongst a crowd of chanting beer bellies on legs is torture like no other. There's only one thing for it; Run. Run for your life.
Behold, it's match day in Sunderland; a sea of red and white zombies trundling around town, having sank their 17th pint by midday. Their counterparts, the black and white Orcs, clatter around the streets of Newcastle with bottles o' broon and lairy expressions. The moment your stomach falls through your bottom, as realisation dawns you've just stepped into town... on derby day. Squashed amongst a crowd of chanting beer bellies on legs is torture like no other. There's only one thing for it; Run. Run for your life.