Up by the Garda station, other side of the road on the GAA field side. Not sure what it’s called now or if it’s even still open.
Some great, great nights back there. A time before mobile phones. Got in one night when the lad on the door was an uncle of a lad I was in school with. I’d say I wasn’t even 17. Pissed after three pints. Innocent days, not a worry in the world. Trying but failing to get a taxi home for hours on end before 6 would squeeze into the last one!
I’d hate to be growing up now with the instagram generation, everything going online etc.