Geordie Shore, the newest reality show to bound on to our screens hot on the heels of The only way is essex and Made in Chelsea. Much louder and prouder than the latter, with tans, hair, egos and antics wilder than most reality shows.
Set in Newcastle the show aims to provide a glimpse into the wild antics of eight young Geordies as they live together and live it up in the toon night after night. A good way of showing students of what to expect before coming to university in Newcastle? Think again , most of what’s shown is a slight minority of what goes on in Newcastle, not all Geordies are as ridiculous as this! One tip don’t show it to your parents if your planning on going to Newcastle , they’ll probably send you to a convent instead out fear of being corned by one of these self confessed ‘pulling machines’.
Geordie Shore was slammed by Newcastle natives for its lewd and embarrassing content when it aired for the first time even resulting in the set up of a facebook group ‘RIP Geordie Pride’. Saturday night is your night for spotting Geordie shore alikes, not that there are thousands, not all people in Newcastle go out looking like a burnt orange.
The antics are alike to those that would go on in a university house or halls, minus the constant supply of free alcohol and perhaps a less steady stream of one night stands. Dont take the Geordie shore cast as sterotypical Geordies, some of their quotes are classic though!
” When it comes to lasses, I do more groundwork than Alan Titchmarsh ”
” My spare tyre means the lads just have a cushion for the pushing ”
” am not gunna have some bird the size of a ford focus push me around ”
My words of wisdom would be take Geordie Shore with a pinch of salt. Its typical car crash television and dont let it put you off coming to university in Newcastle!
Mackams vs Geordies street riot – must see viewing (stand well back)
One or more members of the ‘Geordie Shore’ cast lapping up the attention on a night out – a common sight in clubs across Newcastle
The mid-morning line of taxis waiting for individuals taking ‘the ride of shame’ leaving various student halls across the city – those on a budget prefer ‘the walk of shame’ something I would not recommend
The queue of students in banks across Newcastle begging for their overdrafts to be increased – usually busiest the week after freshers
The sight of a 24hour Greggs on a drunken walk home – magical
Students (usually hungover) struggling to run to a lecture late in the snow – you are guaranteed at least one fall during the winter
The average sleeping student in a lecture – always definatly more fascinating than the lecture itself
People lost in the metro centre – not hard to do as its bigger than your middling town
The sight of your face the next morning after a heavy night in Newcastle – not pretty
Random objects on the streets outside halls of residences – oranges, shoes, clothes… the list goes on
Your parents arriving on a trip up to visit you armed with bags of food – usually after a good week of living off supernoodles
The email from university to say your deadline has been extended – perfect timing
The great fire of Byker – 19/05/11
The amount of students in Primark the day of carnage – usually looking for a quick fix fancy and leaving disappointed
The angel of the north when your arriving back for another term at Northumbria – welcome home
The email confirming you have past first year – meaning so many more memories can be had in the second
Your bank balance when your loan comes through each term – and then watching it slowly diminish the days following
4od, bbc iplayer or itv player – One thing that university gives you is sleepless nights
Alcohol – clear, fizzy, cheap surprisingly you wont be sick of the sight of it by the end of the year
The endless amount of leaflets, freebies, posters you will have collected by the end of the year – honestly you will fill bag after bag with this tat
It felt like I was wiping away the memories from first year by taking down the hundreds of photos from my wall and attacking numerous blu tack stains with a vengance. It left a small plain room that would now house a new ‘fresher’ anxious and but willing for adventure.
Student halls can spring a prison like feeling to mind at first. With rows upon rows of duplicate rooms, all with just one solitary window looking out of onto an unpleasant view of your new found city. As much as this daunts your beginnings, halls soon become a secure place on unfamiliar ground. Whether you are in a flat or floor of people, they quickly turn into a second family, love them or hate them, you’re stuck. Luckily for most, share a strong bond and you put all your trust in them.
Students quickly turn their new abodes into the familiar, whether that be photos of family and friends, posters or free memorabilia which quickly mounts up as the year passes. Plenty of the things your parents bought for you will find no use, underbed storage, door hooks, cleaning products will remain untouched for the majority of the year.
One rule I have found of student halls, there is one Irish person in each flat. Certainly in Newcastle this seems to be the case. They earn themselves a reputation as the craziest yet kindest people to meet at university. Some come with accents so thick you struggle to communicate at times. All in all his makes for St. Patricks day creating one of the best student nights of the year.
The most typical sights you will stumble across in student halls are notorious across the country. A handful or more of people sneaking out in the early hours about to embark on the ‘walk of shame’. Trolleys lining the streets outside left by students scrimping on taxi fares back from the supermarket. Often one person in reception having to fork out the extortionate price for losing their keys. An array of pyjamas and dressing gowns when the fire alarm goes off at four in the afternoon as most students are only just waking up. Finally, the unfortunate student who leaves their door unlocked for the weekend and returns to find their entire belongings cling filmed, outside or upside down.
All the above combinations made it hard to say goodbye to the halls you called home. Moving out into houses or flats where learning you have to pay for water and electricity opens a whole new side to your new found independence. Excited to no longer be branded a fresher but wishing you could turn back the clock and do it all again.
Life up in the ‘toon’
Before leaving home to start university life I had many preconceptions of what Newcastle would be like. Some were stereotypical, a rough city perhaps with a good helping of crazy Geordies thrown in. Soon after settling in I fell in love with the city, it doesn’t have the typical landscape and space of a city and maybe that’s its charm. Iconic is the word, Angel of the North, the Tyne Bridge, the Sage, even the train station give off an image of Newcastle that people don’t expect for a city ‘up north’.
I have lived in Leeds all my life and although the city is great it doesn’t leave an imprint on you like Newcastle does. There is something fast paced and moving about it which I don’t think I have ever felt living in Leeds. 45 minute bus rides into the city centre were soon replaced by a 5 minute walk, one big factor in the quick disappearance of my loan. A metro which can take you from Monument to thriving bars of Jesmond in minutes and taxi services so cheap you almost question the price, are reasons why living here can be high speed. A ten minute walk to uni can pass in seconds with so many familiar faces and conversations had, usually aided with a painful hangover and the memory of last night fading into a distant memory of the next.
I soon discovered it is all about the nightlife in Newcastle. The city is pretty subdued in the day once you know where to avoid and a variety of options open at night for wherever the trebles take you. Tup Tup Palace nightclub boasts a list of celebrity fans including Chezza Coles mam, howay man yes she does apparently dance on the tables. The Den and The Cut provide an alternative scene and certainly prevent you leaving your bed the next day. Admittedly there is a tacky side, head towards the gate and you’ll become bombarded with more promo workers, hen and stag do’s and more police patrol than I ever thought possible. Here you will find Sinners, Sam Jacks and Mood keeping cheese fans happy. Surprisingly, all this nightlife doesn’t come at a cost, in the routine of checking of my bag for all its contents the morning after a night out, rest assured I can spend less than a tenner.
Watching my first riot between Newcastle and Sunderland fans a.k.a. Geordies and Mackams was certainly an experience to forget, or remember I can’t decide. The city is a lot more under control than people think. Being a student in a new city is often daunting but in my experience safe for city centre living, not that I would advise on a trip through Byker at night.
I have had a lot of firsts in Newcastle, first time living away from home, my first tattoo, first time flooding an entire kitchen and the first great fire of Byker. It seems almost impossible that so many memories can be crammed into one year almost equalling out the 19 years previous. Starting my journalism course at Northumbria University has enabled me to realise that this was the right course for me. The friends that I have made often make me question whether I picked the course for them or the subject; I’d like to think both. After being placed in a flat with people you have never met before and meeting friends that make you wonder what you did before them makes university life what it is.
Perfecting Geordie slang, consuming gallons of drink, draining my bank balance, meeting a wide variety of people has made me wonder whether my second year in Newcastle will live up to the first. Fresh opportunities will arise next year, living in a different part of the city, with a different prospective will no doubt add to my amazing student experience.