That’s been gone with years now, maybe the best part of a decade? There was some hunting done down there, although I’d say I pulled as much walking home past the graveyard across the road as inside in the place. The desperate 3am heifers were my meat and drink.
Mad the lack of dranking options out in Castletroy really considering the sheer amount of students out there, I guess a sign of the times.
We used to be able to house partay, drug and club back in my day though. Sure where’s the fun in poppin disco biscuits in your kitchen with a box of Canadian and Mick & Ger from Bullaun and Swinford. The yoof of today are gone awful soft, awful soft.
I think the house parties have changed from mine and your day mate. They have an app now where someone throws up theres a house party tonight and hundreds turn up. DJs the works. One of the young lads was telling me he’d often go to a secret rave in a field or warehouse out that side. Half the young lads brains are fried