…………….actually Mike, any night in Durham during term time
Apart from the weekend, when they're all scared the locals will beat them up.
I once ventured into the legendary Fighting Cocks with another student(but Geordie, so slightly local-ish) on a Saturday night. We were 'be-friended' by an incomprehensible local who looked like he would like to rip our arms off. To be honest, coming from a fairly rum northern town myself, it didn't seem particularly dodgy.
And yes, Durham was full of rah-types, which isn't a problem in itself, but I was glad to get away in the end.
Aristotle
North(west)erner
Mildert, '96-'00