Nightclub Door Policies in 1997

Nightclub Door Policies in 1997 from ireland

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  1. Rossa Ó Snodaigh is Aengus’s brother. For anyone else inclined to Google that to check, saved you the bother.

  2. Night…. club?

    What this thing you call a nightclub

    The elders spoke of them in the before before but I just assumed they were liars

  3. Did/do they not have the power to remove someone in the context of them not being welcome in a private building? Like if someone walks into your house, I assume you can march them back out, no?

    I used to work in a shop and I walked many people out who were stealing or causing trouble. Gards would have known about it on some occasions and none ever said anything about it. Don’t think that’s any different

  4. Neil Byrne the bouncer must have thought Conor Mc Gregor how to speak on camera. Where is that accent from?

  5. This is a Nationwide segment??

    WTF happened? It’s all just weaving and artisanal cows and other soft shite now.

  6. This is when I first started going out in Dublin, The System man, forgot that place existed, I was there a few times, it was on South Anne St I think. I wonder what that space is used for now?

  7. Bouncers had mad rules in the 1990s.

    “You can’t get in wearing white socks”
    “You can’t get it when you have an open collar”

    Just mad stuff. Heard it all. Genuinely ludicrous statements why I couldn’t get into some shithole on Harcourt Street or somewhere.

    These days they’ll either let you in or you’ll get the laughable “go off and get yourself a coffee” line.

  8. There used to be a shoes only rule in clubs. I remember once I had to cover my runners going in by taking my black socks off and putting them on over the runners.

  9. Getting old is incredible. This brings back memories of the time when the biggest, most extravagent, most exciting thing possible was to go a cool nightclub. It wasn’t about drink, drugs, girls or anything in particular. It was just the buzz of being there and having an epic night out, maybe rolling it into the pub the next day. Now, I think I’d slice off a finger if I was being forced to go to one. I don’t miss it on the basis I wouldn’t enjoy it in the slightest now but I do mourn the fact nothing has replaced it in life.

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