Me writing long run-on sentences for my blog in English: Haha fuck yeah!!! Yes!!
Me having to translate them into Dutch: Well this fucking sucks. What the fuck.
Me writing long run-on sentences for my blog in English: Haha fuck yeah!!! Yes!!
Me having to translate them into Dutch: Well this fucking sucks. What the fuck.
The gorgeous gorge that is the Tyne valley has no shortage of winsome views, but the most beautiful, in my opinion, is that which appears to one who goes down the Side.Îą In the Monumentâs shadow, after passing the classical columns of the Theatre Royal and descending Grey Street as it becomes Dean Street, finally taking a turn onto the Side at the bottom, the lucky traveller will find themself towered over by the behemoth that is the Tyne Bridge:
Iâm not sure any photograph can ever match what itâs like to be there under that bridge. One of the most remarkable things about this view, though, has nothing to do with the view itself, but rather what happens if one walks down the Quayside for a little while, reaches an empty brownfield plot, and clambers up a set of rotting wooden stairs to its right. Because, inexplicably, just a few metres from the most beautiful view in town, one can find the second most beautiful view in town, a glorious lookout on every bridge linking the two banks of the river.
We donât deserve this city.
I had initially neglected to bring a water bottle along with me; i had only intended a quick jaunt to the centre of town and back, and the foolhardy idea of walking all the way to Wallsend came to me spontaneously. This quickly proved a bad idea, and so i made a trek up to the corner shop, who thankfully had all the bottled water anyone could ever want or need.
After leaving fully rehydrated and ready to walk back, i noticed the most wonderful little thing. A parklet, this small opening of green space with some benches and inscriptions, tucked between a housing area and a construction site. I took some picturesâââi would have loved to show them to you, but alas, my phone got stolen in the intervening time between this trip and me writing this post, taking the photographs with it.
Nevertheless, if youâd like to visit (or live vicariously through Google street view), itâs that little park adjacent to 5 Belmont Street. (Google stubbornly refuses to give a proper address, but you canât miss it!)
An account of my thought process upon seeing the above building complex:
Just a few yards ahead, crossing a foot-and-cycle bridge, i happened upon some strikingly relevant graffiti, alongside some other pieces which really sum up the modern English psyche: an Extinction Rebellion poster, a crossed out âEDLâ,β and a cock and bollocks.
I carried a record from HMV (the Killersâ Hot Fuss, if you must know) the whole way, and let me tell you, my arms were positively aching by the end of it! At least i had a bagâŚÎł
To sign off, here are some photos whose stories werenât interesting enough to make the cut, as well as a map of the journey. Thank you for reading this disjoint mess.
Ik ben net klaar met die nieuwe comedyspecial van Bo Burnham die iedereen zo opgetogen over is. Het was geweldig: ik heb gelachen, de liedjes boren hun weg in mijn hoofd, de baard staat hem goed⌠maar ik kan niet geloven dat ik een lied genaamd âWhite Womanâs Instagramâ moet toevoegen aan de lijst van muziek waar ik naar heb gehuild!
I just got done watching that new Bo Burnham special everyone's so excited about. I loved it: i laughed, the songs are catchy, the beard looks good on him⌠but i canât believe i have to add a song called âWhite Womanâs Instagramâ to the list of songs that have made me cry!
Some bastardâs stolen my phone!
So this is June and what have you done? Another month over a new one just begun
The rest of the âprimaryâ pages on my site (that is, those which arenât part of any kind of regular series) are, in decreasing order of views, The foreĹżt of Ĺżhrines, My coat of arms, Discord funny moments, the Marijn van Hoorn style guide, my bucket list, âThere Are Two Continentsâ, the Gender Tetrahedron, interesting Wikipedia articles, yelling into the void, Heximal, the NEOcharts (RIP), Quotes and other assorted aphorisms, a calendrical table, My vinyl record collection, s â Ĺż, the log of dreams, my conlangs, noughts and crosses, âthisâll be on my videotapeâ, Kunstgalerie van Hoorn, A nicer ĆżaČ of Ćżriting EngliĹżh, the Compendium of Good Words, country counting, and songs i have cried my silly little heart out to. Zero views were received by copypastables and holocene history, which⌠you know, fair enough, theyâre both indescribably boring pages.
Genoeg gezegd.