Last night.
D’olier Street, Dublin 2.
Tramline nightclub.
Revellers have fun ahead of restrictions banning nightclubs until January 9.
Meanwhile…
Last night.
Harcourt Street, Dublin 2.
Queues for Krystle nightclub (top) and Copper Face Jack’s.
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the power of the horn right there. i believe it’s what will save us all in the end..
Well they show themselves in the foot
The government wanted scape goats and they walked into it
Packed no attempt to social distancing
When inside all it was short of was an orgy
If only they did not pack them in like sardines
If only some sort of marshalling was implemented
Maybe if that was done they might just be open tonight
Were you at this orgy, david?
pretty tame orgy
Imagine the fake tan. Bleugh.
you’d have to throw out your sheets
God love them the craythurs
Study for the oul exams now
I can’t understand these revellers paying homage to someone playing records. If it was a live band, it’d make sense, but records? Seriously?
dancing to records? it’ll never catch on, don’t worry..
Doesn’t look like dancing – crushed up against a barrier cheering on and waving at someone playing records as if they created the work. Boo.
ah now
Ah Janet. The romance is gone out of the dancing. Once upon a time https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOEu5Xnljjo
Skiddery Eidle.
4 opposite 4 – The Siege of Venice (heh)
5 opposite 5 – the Haymakers
Now it’s a mosh pit
I like a wee zouk myself
if it were my venue….i prefer a dj booth to be tucked away in a corner, inobtrusive, not on a plinth or centre stage. Let the speakers do your talking. It is the music, not the “curator” that shakes your bones.
Each to their own, the centre stage/ plinth option has won that race for now anyhow. They look to be having a whale of a time either way.
The Bourgeois Yoof just wanna have fun. Who cares about the situation in Myanmar, Lesbos or Ballynaggin? Baby let the good times roll…
Poor feckers are having a pretty crappy early adulthood. Missing out on all of the rites of passage we took for granted.
Yeah, I really feel for the youth, and the isolated elderly. Tough going for them.
When I grew up there was no such thing as a right of passage
really ? one could never tell….
Ha!