Someone on here wrote a great post a while ago about how casual violence like that is much worse in towns and cities outside London because the 'entry bar' for hassle is set so much lower. Like in London you've got actual gangs of actual criminals, as opposed to pissed insecure losers like your Geordie would-be nemesis. I hear much the same kind of thing from mates of mine who come from Portsmouth and go back there now and then for family do's.
As you say, just sad all round.
one of my weirdest new years eve experiences was when me and some mates had a right old night of fun, going to the beach, lighting a fire, driving fast down a dirt track and taking out a guys gate as we couldn't see where we were going for all the water coming over the bonnet, adrenalin rushed to the hilt.
We drove back into my town and on the stroke of midnight, when we were driving past a fairly notorious pub, the whole pub came outside, everyone was punching each other, my friend who was in the car's mum was in there too, we felt like we were watching this weird chaotic slow-mo fishbowl thing happening, a massive new years fuck off tangle.