iv just been on a holiday in Tunisia, the locals would ask where are you from?when I told them Newcastle 90% of them would reply ah hatem ben arfa,quite a few said very good goal against Fulham, after that, because he is from Tunisia I seemed to get that little bit extra, the beach guy saved me a better spot on the beach , it was all inclusive the waiter was allways topping up the glasses on the table, so I was just wondering there must be some belter stories regarding getting in or getting something because you said im from Newcastle so whats your best or worst reaction for that matter to - yes im English im from Newcastle?
Was in a bar in LA last year and happened to mention where I'm from and who I support and the bar keep told the whole place. Apparently Brown Ale is the number one imported bottled beer so they wanted to know more about the region. Ended up having a good bit of banter and got a free drink out of it to0 (brown ale so I could tell then if it was the same as at home).
I was in Brisbane and told people I was from Italy. They asked me about Dolmio and told them it tasted just like 'mamma used to make'. Dolmio is made in the Netherlands. I also claimed to be a vegan and ate a packet of roast chicken crisps infront of everyone. Their minds BLOWN. Strange people.
Was in a bar in America on St. Patrick's day once and all the reg's thought I was Irish and wanted to buy me drinks.
When Emre played for us I went to Turkey a couple of times, when I said im from Newcastle they would say 'Ah Emre, Emre'. Got a free turkish Emre shirt from a bloke on a market stall - it was a fake but still
Not football related but was doing a bungy in New Zealand over a river, the guy making the cord longer and shorter asked where I was from, said newcastle, he started laughing, put an extra metre or so of rope out and said "your getting wet mate!". Scary as hell but loved it!
Many years ago I stumbled into a London pub and it was all full of Gooners. I walked to the bar and this bloke came up to me, stood in my personal space and slowly looked me over. He was shaven headed, tatooed all over, piercings everywhere and about fifteen feet broad across the shoulders. He looked me up and down once more and said, rather menacingly in a quiet voice, "Who's your team then?" I replied, and my accent may have given it away a little, "I'm going grey well before my time. Who the hell do you think it may be?" "Newcastle?" He sympathised and bought me a pint.
I was chatting with some locals in Madrid a couple of years ago, who told me they were all "gatos" (literally cats, but slang for born and raised in Madrid). I said I was a hurraca (magpie). They blinked once but in less than a second one said "Ah, Al-lain Shay -rayr" Didn't buy me nowt.
