Tuesday, 23 August 2011

The Times, They Are A Changin'

I was recently back at a stag do in Dublin. There was rugby, there was beer, there was a strange concoction imbibed from a milk jug. The usual.

The night in its enigmatic current swept us along drunkenly from pub to nightclub, whereupon several bouncers on Leeson Street actually bartered with us to enter their respective clubs. One of them said: "Right lads if you stand by the window up there and make the place look busy, the barman will sort you out with a few pints."

Let's face it: these guys wouldn't have even looked twice at us when Dublin was in the boom years. I was once turned away from a club in those days for hiccupping, swaying slightly and actually being overly polite to the bouncer.

Then our chances seem to be scuppered when a bit of a fracas (being the french word for punch-up) broke out in the group. There was a scuffle and some heated exchanges within the stag party.


So what happened next?

Well all I can say is, it says a lot about the post-recession nightclub industry in Dublin, that the same bouncers from beforehand hesitated for a moment then resumed ushering us in with a wink and a hearty 'now listen, behave yourselves lads!'

The recession: making bouncers less choosey since 2008.
CB

1 comment:

  1. a stag having an internal argument? nothing strange there. sure isn't it just a bunch of lads who think that the stags 'other friends' are a$$holes....best just to not go on stags. nobody wants to be there anyway (except married men who never get out normally and use the excuse to run as fast as they can to a strip club.)

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