P.J. Denyer
Penultimate Amazing
That's one of those places where there'll be 2" of snow on the ground and a howling January northerly, and the lads are there at 2 in the morning in their tight tee shirts with extra short sleeves to show off their tattoos, and with a packet of cigarettes stuffed into the sleeve. The lasses totter about in high heels, mini-skirts no wider than a big belt, and tiny see through tops. If you can avoid the fights, the spectacle is worth the visit. Just the once, mind.
Sounds like my one visit to Redcar on a Friday night. The other things I noticed were that all the blokes seemed to be late teens or very early twenties and the women seemed to be under eighteen or over forty and either way dressed just as you described...