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" For me it was gang of us preloading at a house then onto CLUB 92!! "Yes....Blinkers it was | |||
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" For me it was gang of us preloading at a house then onto CLUB 92!! "That was my sunday night haunt years ago. Good times | |||
"I would work till 11pm as I had Christmas eve and Christmas day off. Get home showered and up to the local nightclub for 11.30pm and proceed to get completely smashed as quickly as possible. A lot of those nights I have no idea what happened or how I got wherever I woke up the next morning "I was like this quite a lot too.. too many blackouts happened | |||
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Some things I miss, and others, well... 
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"Remembering St Stephens day, in the rare auld times… You’d spend Christmas day with the family, often being bored off your head, you couldn’t wait for Stephens day to arrive, a day spent with the gang, a pure session. You couldn’t wait to put on the new shirt, jeans, dodgy aftershave and head down to the local. Football, racing and banter would dominate the pub, every corner you looked you seen someone you haven’t seen in years, “Ah what’s the craic, yer looking well, how’s Perth, I’d say you’re loaded ya bollox…” You’d order yourself a pint, but without admitting it, it wasn’t the nicest, but fuck it, better than cans the day before! Its not even 5 bells, its dark outside, you’re now half cut bumming a cigarette in the smoking area. Jimmy, who works in the middle east is out there telling everyone how great he is, arsehole! You tell yourself “ya may eat something, or you wont make the nightclub” , so you reluctantly sprint to the chipper, grab a quarter pounder with cheese, eat it as quick as you can, just in case you miss a minutes craic in the pub! Its now 8pm and you are up to the gill with pints, time for the shorts “go handy now” you’d say to yourself, as you eyeball the mirror in the jacks as you wash your hands. Its 9.30pm and word filters around the pubs that ya may be early to the nightclub or you wont get it. “lads I’m not going near at nightclub at half 10”. You desperately regret that decision later on, as you find yourself in a huar of a queue at 11.48pm, freezing. You eventually make it to the door and put on the ‘sober face’ knowing that you just badly need ‘the nod’ from the bouncer, because you know well if he starts asking the questions, you are far to d*unk to answer them and you will find yourself at home pre 12am on the biggest night of the year. You thankfully get the nod and gladly pay a ridiculous €20 euro into a kip of a night club that asks you for a fiver most Saturday nights. The minute you walk in the heat hits you, you sling your jacket to the side, “not queuing for the cloakroom, I’ll get that on the way out”, you never see that new Christmas jacket ever again. You elbow and wrestle your way up to the bar, “I’m going to order 3 drinks, not queuing up again”, some prick jostles you on the way out of the royal rumble and your 3 drinks fall to the ground, sickening, you then queue again. Before you know it, its 2.30am and the DJ, to his disgust is playing fairytale of new york for the 9th time that night, everyone is swinging out of each other “I love you”, “no I love you” !! Now its 3am, lights come on, its grim, once you’re not the person who is being carried out as you hear in your ear “you’ll be grand, c’mon we get some water into you and get you home..” its been a successful saint Stephens day! Be jaysus they were great times ????" All reads very familiar ?? | |||
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"Remembering St Stephens day, in the rare auld times… You’d spend Christmas day with the family, often being bored off your head, you couldn’t wait for Stephens day to arrive, a day spent with the gang, a pure session. You couldn’t wait to put on the new shirt, jeans, dodgy aftershave and head down to the local. Football, racing and banter would dominate the pub, every corner you looked you seen someone you haven’t seen in years, “Ah what’s the craic, yer looking well, how’s Perth, I’d say you’re loaded ya bollox…” You’d order yourself a pint, but without admitting it, it wasn’t the nicest, but fuck it, better than cans the day before! Its not even 5 bells, its dark outside, you’re now half cut bumming a cigarette in the smoking area. Jimmy, who works in the middle east is out there telling everyone how great he is, arsehole! You tell yourself “ya may eat something, or you wont make the nightclub” , so you reluctantly sprint to the chipper, grab a quarter pounder with cheese, eat it as quick as you can, just in case you miss a minutes craic in the pub! Its now 8pm and you are up to the gill with pints, time for the shorts “go handy now” you’d say to yourself, as you eyeball the mirror in the jacks as you wash your hands. Its 9.30pm and word filters around the pubs that ya may be early to the nightclub or you wont get it. “lads I’m not going near at nightclub at half 10”. You desperately regret that decision later on, as you find yourself in a huar of a queue at 11.48pm, freezing. You eventually make it to the door and put on the ‘sober face’ knowing that you just badly need ‘the nod’ from the bouncer, because you know well if he starts asking the questions, you are far to d*unk to answer them and you will find yourself at home pre 12am on the biggest night of the year. You thankfully get the nod and gladly pay a ridiculous €20 euro into a kip of a night club that asks you for a fiver most Saturday nights. The minute you walk in the heat hits you, you sling your jacket to the side, “not queuing for the cloakroom, I’ll get that on the way out”, you never see that new Christmas jacket ever again. You elbow and wrestle your way up to the bar, “I’m going to order 3 drinks, not queuing up again”, some prick jostles you on the way out of the royal rumble and your 3 drinks fall to the ground, sickening, you then queue again. Before you know it, its 2.30am and the DJ, to his disgust is playing fairytale of new york for the 9th time that night, everyone is swinging out of each other “I love you”, “no I love you” !! Now its 3am, lights come on, its grim, once you’re not the person who is being carried out as you hear in your ear “you’ll be grand, c’mon we get some water into you and get you home..” its been a successful saint Stephens day! Be jaysus they were great times ???? All reads very familiar ??" | |||
" For me it was gang of us preloading at a house then onto CLUB 92!!
That was my sunday night haunt years ago. Good times "-------- We meet again Sinderella! 
Thursday Night was "Ladies Night FREE" until some lads kicked up and said it was discrimination 
...Dumbasses as it was the one night where it was 3:1 ladies to guys. Good times! | |||
