£300 million Bid lodged (sky sports claim)

Fredor...

 

Hexham count?

 

No!!

 

You could actually see the Tyne from the maternity ward (before they demolished it obviously) - and it's a damn sight closer than the other lot!

 

" the other lot "

I feel a Mackemesque squabble about to descend on the board....

In fact I'm on the way to McDonald's now.
" hold me coat "

Eee ba gum , ah love a scrap me.

 

Nah, none of that bollocks James - just because you were born in a stable, doesn't make you a horse....

 

I agree but it helps...

 

Born St. Marys, about a mile from SJP, went to St Mary's Catholic in Forest Hall, then Kings, Tynemouth, for the time I lived in North Shields.

Am I in?

 

You were delivered by storks to a convent in Greater Seaham I hear?

 

Born in the General Hospital. As a kid, used to get the bus from Westmorland Road to the town for the games - went in Leazes End.

 

Born in Newburn played on the banks of the River Tyne when a kid
I feel a Roger Whittiker song coming on

 

Born in the QE, raised in Gateshead, lived in Newcastle twenty years.

 

Hmmmm, south of the Tyne. Will have to consider your position carefully.

 

I'm a heed supporter at heart but follow Newcastle for the trophies

 

A glory hunter.

I knew we’d weed them out.

 

I'm a fair weather Geordie.

Let me explain. I was supposed to be born in Newcastle during a bad winter in the very late fifties (eek!) but the ambulance couldn't get through the snow at Ferryhill, so turned around and I was born in Darlington.

So, if it were fine weather then I would be a Geordie, but as it happens, due to the bad winter I was born elsewhere. So, can I at least be an Honourary Geordie if not a Fair Weather one?

And there's an extra bit to the tale. My father was stuck in Catterick Camp and was snowed in and could get out of the garrison to register me. My mother was seriously ill after the birth and it fell to my granddad to register me. He was standing in a phone box shoving in penny coins (yes those days of the boxes with the A & B buttons) trying to hear instructions from my father but, due to the weather conditions and the fact that he had been working in a foundry most of his life he misheard the name that I was supposed to be given.

So, I have ended up with the wrong middle name entirely.

 

Crikey, I was also born in Darlington in the fifties and my dad was at Catterick.

 

If you turn out to be my half-brother then our father would have been a civvie instructor for the 8th Signals.