Sweet mother of God, this brings back some horrible memories. It's 3am and you're stuck in Coppers (Copper Face Jacks Niteclub), unable to move amid a sea of tangled limbs and surrounded by a range of hammered creatures, all swaying in unison and knocking over everyone's drinks as they cling to each others GAA jerseys and lurch at the next generation of nurses who in turn are holding each others hair back in the corners. You remind yourself that it will all be over soon, that life does indeed exist elsewhere, you can almost taste the freedom of Harcourt Street (as well as the slop from the BurgerMax next door) and then, just as you begin to see the light at the end of the most arduous of tunnels, this monstrosity comes on and like some pre-historic mating call the whole place erupts and you're swept away, possibly never to be seen again.
Embodying every annoying Irish cliché in a single song/video is quite a feat but not an admirable one and I'd be quite happy if I never heard this song ever again...NEXT!
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