Newcastle

Clinton needed to go to a conference at Newcastle-upon-Tyne, so we traveled there. We stayed at a gay bed-and-breakfast in a suburb south of the river. It has a very quaint setting. The city of Newcastle was dreary with the gray skies, overgrown vegetation, and damp-looking buildings. British city planning seem to treat cities like countryside, making you go long-distances from one point of interest to the next. What's memorable about the food was that the sandwiches we had were soggy and tasteless. It seems there is a general unawareness of concepts such as competition, quality, service, etc.