St Patrickski Day

Surreal. Watching very very drunk locals – complete with obligatory Guinness Hats – trying to perform Riverdance style jigs whilst colliding into anyone unfortunate enough to get within a flailing arms length of them. This then degenerated into a sort of cossack-dancing prior to a kind of truce waiting for the next band to appear on the tiny but raised stage – welcome to Dockers, a bar where the music is hot but you have a choice of watching or joining in the melee. I kept my distance but it was still a great night.

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