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Broke as a Geordie in the Bigg Market
I’ll tell ya, lads and lasses, my pockets are emptier than a Newcastle pub on a Monday night. The debt monster has sunk its teeth into me like a seagull after chips. It’s not just any debt – it’s proper hefty, like trying to carry the Angel of the North on your back.
The Toon ain’t cheap, pet
You see, living in this city is mint but it comes at a cost. From quaffing pints down the Bigg Market to indulging in Greggs’ sausage rolls every other day – it all adds up quicker than you can say “Howay man!” Before you know it, you’re stuck with bills higher than St James’ Park.
Aye, borrowing from Peter to pay Paul
To make ends meet, I’ve been robbing Peter to pay Paul faster than Alan Shearer scoring goals for Newcastle United. Credit cards maxed out? Check! Loans from dodgy lenders? Aye! Even borrowed money off me mam – desperate times call for desperate measures.
No more hiding under the Tyne Bridge
But now I’ve hit rock bottom and there’s no place left to hide. The bailiffs are knocking louder than Ant & Dec shouting “Get outta here!” And let me tell ya’, that’s scarier than bumping into Gazza during his wild days.
In conclusion: Time for a financial comeback?
So here I am confessing my debts like an open book (or should I say ‘reet radgie’?!) But maybe, just maybe, this is the wake-up call I needed. It’s time to put on me big girl pants and sort out this mess. No more splashing cash like a Geordie footballer on payday – it’s time for a financial comeback!
