One half of a conversation from a phone box in Newcastle city centre
"So that's the address of the club? No it doesn't sound like it's too far away. Me? No I'm going to meet up with some friends in Bigg Market first and I'll meet you there later. You'll be out when then? Oh hold on a second. Hi can I help... aaaaaaaaargh, don't... get off me! Jesus, help me."

The protagonist had unwittingly committed that most heinous of crimes. The southerner in question was on a night out in Newcastle... wearing a coat!

Such a shocking misdeed was quickly dealt with by a passing group of women "oot on the lash" who proceeded to strip the poor bloke in the phone box bollock naked.
( djtrialprice, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 13:45, 3 replies)

Heh
did they then tattoo him with the Newcastle Crest across his midriff and issue him with a Toon shirt, so he'd fit in more?
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 14:34, closed)

it happened to my mate
so I'd need to ask him to find out. Don't know how much I'll be able to get out of him though, he's developed a facial tick at the mere mention of the north east.
( djtrialprice, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 15:19, closed)

Nice.
I have this mental image of a pack of harpies closing in on the phonebox, eyes glowing red.
Did they point and go "Skreeee" first?
(Big D, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 18:27, closed)