We're not allowed to go to Doyle's anymore

So I went out last weekend and had the craic throwing shapes around Doyle's like there's no tomorrow to Michael Jackson's Thriller. That was fine, went home, birra sleep. Grand!

The next night, I went there again with Becca for a nice drink. When they were closing, the bar man said 'Could you finish your drinks on the other side of the bar, we're trying to get ready to close. *Looks at me* Oh wow. I'm surprised you have any energy left after dancing up a storm last night.'

Won't be going back to Doyle's any time soon...