I spent 3 very happy years as a student in Newcastle between 84 and 87.
Thursday was nurses night at the Stage Door, Friday neet in the Big Market or doon the Level 2 disco in the union, Saturday neet student parties in Fenham or (if we were feeling posh) in West Jesmond. Happy days. The bottles of dog, the tabs and the kebabs, watching the locals fight and the girls wearing next to nothing even though it was -5 in winter. I loved the city, if only I'd had my holga back then.
Francois, I suspect you have committed as mortal a sin as an Englishman mistaking Quebec for British Columbia (or vice versa). I'd steer clear of the Tuxedo Princess for a while if I was you though.