Hexham

Small doss pit shat out between Newcastle and Carlisle, accents like they have a scrotum for a throat (see Northumbrian burr) and faces like melted wellies. These congenitals can be found frequently wearing tweed flat caps by day looking for a pheasanty feast or a cow to buck but be warned because when darkness strikes the streets are lined with the north face Hexham chav brigade who feast on human ears, amber leaf and dark fruits. A town where hunting, racism and voting Tory is still very much the rage and announcing that you're not local is most certainly not.

Complete dump full of the most fake inbred people you could imagine. Little prats with middle/upper class parents who think they are proper hard cases and radgies/charvers dragged up in roughest parts of Newcastle such as Benwell and Elswick. Weekends during the night is a mix of backward farmers, radges/charvers and people who have no clue at all of their social status (as mentioned above) and generally try and fit in with who has the nicest fastest car or the most money at that particular time. Generally speaking Hexham is a rather nice historic town let down by the awful population.

sup now

To be clean shaven in the nether regions before a big event/night out