A long time ago (well that’s how it feels now), I lived in Newcastle Upon Tyne. I spent two years there after I’d finished uni working as a barmaid and then a waitress. I loved my time there, Newcastle is city steeped in heritage, a great place to shop and a fantastic night out. I have fantastic memories of these nights out, when I was young and stupid and didn’t come home until dawn. But a night out in Newcastle was never complete without a parmo to eat drunkenly while sat on a kitchen floor. A parmo with extra cheesy chips, there is nothing I loved more while completely intoxicated…