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League Cup Nights (Newcastle 2 Arsenal 0)Newcastle United secured a 2–0 win over Arsenal at St James' Park on 5 February...
03/06/2026

League Cup Nights (Newcastle 2 Arsenal 0)

Newcastle United secured a 2–0 win over Arsenal at St James' Park on 5 February 2025, booking their place in the Carabao Cup final with a 4–0 aggregate victory. Jacob Murphy opened the scoring in the first half before Anthony Gordon doubled the lead after the break, as Newcastle produced a disciplined performance to comfortably see off the Gunners.

'Evening Commute'The offices empty into eveningas I wander down the Quayside home.The Tyne holds a blazing sunset—gold, ...
02/06/2026

'Evening Commute'

The offices empty into evening
as I wander down the Quayside home.

The Tyne holds a blazing sunset—
gold, crimson, violet—
shimmering on the water.

I cross the Millennium Bridge,
suspended between day and night,
and pause above the river's glow.

Ahead, the Tyne Bridge rises,
dark against the fire-lit sky.

Beneath its arches, I walk on,
the city softening around me,
while the last light lingers on the river
and Newcastle comes quietly home.

'Tube Talk'“Did you ever think,” she said,as the train pulled out of Green Park,“that we’d end up here?”“On the Piccadil...
01/06/2026

'Tube Talk'

“Did you ever think,” she said,
as the train pulled out of Green Park,
“that we’d end up here?”

“On the Piccadilly line?” he asked.

“No man. Twenty-Eight, Renting flats.
Comparing energy bills.
Having favourite supermarkets.”

He laughed.
“When we met, your plan was to become
a famous photographer and live in Argentina.”

“My plan was excellent.”

“And now?”

“Now I own three houseplants
and get excited when the dishwasher tablets are on offer.”

The train rattled through darkness.

“Life’s strange,” she said.

“It could be worse.”

“How?”

“We could be having this conversation
while running a marathon.”

She smiled.
“That’s true.”

‘Manors’Beneath the city’s eastern side,Where steel rails weave and trains still glide,Manors waits in quiet grace,A ste...
31/05/2026

‘Manors’

Beneath the city’s eastern side,
Where steel rails weave and trains still glide,
Manors waits in quiet grace,
A steadfast thread in Newcastle’s place.

Where grand old platforms once stood wide,
And countless journeys crossed the Tyne,
The echoes of the railway years
Still linger softly through the line.

Now Metro cars come humming through,
Their yellow livery bright and true,
Crossing high on Byker’s span,
Linking coast and town as planned.

Students, workers, dreamers too,
Pass beneath the morning blue,
Each arrival, each departure,
Part of Tyneside’s living charter.

Though smaller now than days long gone,
Its purpose carries ever on,
At Manors, history meets today,
As Newcastle rolls on its way.

‘New Bank House’On Pilgrim Street where history stands,New Bank House watched changing plans.Its stone façade, with pati...
30/05/2026

‘New Bank House’

On Pilgrim Street where history stands,
New Bank House watched changing plans.
Its stone façade, with patient grace,
Held memories time could not erase.

Through years of bustle, years of wait,
It stood beside the city’s fate;
A witness to the ebb and flow
Of Newcastle’s enduring glow.

Then came the cranes, the careful art
Of giving old foundations a new start.
Not wiping clean what came before,
But opening a different door.

Around it rose a changing scene,
The Pilgrim Street regeneration dream;
Glass and steel reached to the sky,
While heritage remained nearby.

New Bank House, steadfast and proud,
Not lost beneath the modern crowd,
But woven into a broader thread
Of where the city’s path has led.

For every brick and every stone
Speaks of journeys Newcastle has known;
And in its walls one still can hear
The voices of another year.

So standing where old pathways meet,
Upon renewed and thriving streets,
New Bank House marks both then and now,
A city’s memory, carried forward somehow.

'People Watching Volume I'I people-watch on the way back homeEnvious of the glimmer of hopeGives me a break from feeling...
26/05/2026

'People Watching Volume I'

I people-watch on the way back home
Envious of the glimmer of hope
Gives me a break from feeling alone
Gives me a moment out of the ego

I used to feel so invincible
I used to feel there was a world worth dreamin' of
Back in the Gasworks, screamin' the song
Just the beauty of youth would quell my aching heart

'Bank Holiday Reflection Hour'The River Tyne lies still as glass,Beneath the sweep of morning light,Where Newcastle wake...
25/05/2026

'Bank Holiday Reflection Hour'

The River Tyne lies still as glass,
Beneath the sweep of morning light,
Where Newcastle wakes in silence
And steel-white arches frame the sky bright.

The Millennium Bridge leans softly,
A silver eyelid on the tide,
Connecting paths, connecting people,
With the quiet strength of northern pride.

Beyond it stands the Tyne Bridge bold,
Green against the endless blue,
While Baltic walls and shining domes
Reflect a city old and new.

And in the calm, unbroken water,
Every shape becomes a song;
A moment held between two shores,
Where heart and history both belong.

'City Centre from Byker'The sunset settles over Byker first,on brick and stairwell, rail and yard,where evening leans on...
24/05/2026

'City Centre from Byker'

The sunset settles over Byker first,
on brick and stairwell, rail and yard,
where evening leans on window sills
and turns the concrete warm and hard.

It slips between the rows of homes,
where washing fades to muted gold,
and paints the edges of the day
in stories quietly retold.

Then down toward the city centre streets
it spills along the traffic lines,
on glass and stone and office fronts
that catch the light in sharper signs.

The Metro hums beneath it all,
a low pulse moving through the dark,
carrying twilight end to end
like ember trails that gently spark.

In Byker stillness, day grows thin;
in city centre glare, it thins and fades,
two halves of one familiar sky
held briefly in the light it made.

'Sand, Sea and Sky'The sand kept the memoryof every tide that left in silence,rippled gold beneath a cooling sun.The sea...
24/05/2026

'Sand, Sea and Sky'

The sand kept the memory
of every tide that left in silence,
rippled gold beneath a cooling sun.

The sea spoke in slow blue sentences,
folding itself again and again
against the patient shore.

Above it all, the sky stretched endlessly —
a cathedral of wind and light,
where gulls stitched white arcs
through fading evening clouds.

And for one suspended moment
sand, sea, and sky
forgot where one ended
and the next began.

Where better for a dog walk?North from the village, the tide lies wide,A long grey mirror beside our stride,And your paw...
23/05/2026

Where better for a dog walk?

North from the village, the tide lies wide,
A long grey mirror beside our stride,
And your paws write secrets in silver sand
Too quick for the sea to understand.

The wind comes salted off the foam,
Cold as a gull’s bright cry for home,
While far behind, the castle keeps
Its dark watch over dunes and deeps.

Bamburgh Castle

You nose through wrack and feathered w**d,
A scholar of each scent and reed,
Then tear away in sudden flight
As though the whole coast called your name outright.

Northward still the shoreline bends,
Empty as the world before its ends,
Just curlew calls and waves that comb
The flattened grasses near the loam.

I watch you pause where breakers run,
Lit briefly gold by a hesitant sun,
One black shape against the spray,
Alive inside the weather of the day.

And walking there, with leash gone slack,
No need to hurry or look back,
It feels the sea has made a space
For silence, salt, and your bright pace.

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