Liz Delaneys

I question why I allowed myself to be talked into going to this kip. When I arrived, I regretted my decision. The amount of dole money that is spent in this place is phenomenal. € 10 entry if you are lucky to get past the disgustingly rude door staff. I would go home early rather than ever considering spending my money here.

Consider yourself an adventurous soul? Interested in self-​defense? Like the idea of doing your clubbing in a manky shopping centre?
Then why not give the Blacker a go?
The Blacker is located in Northside Shopping Centre in Coolock. If, by some miracle, you decide to visit it after reading this, do not attempt to locate a business named ‘The Blacker’, as the Blacker is part of a pub named Liz Delaneys. «Strange name for a nightclub», I hear you say.
Well, the Blacker isn’t actually officially called the Blacker. Back when Liz Delaneys was called «The Black Sheep» (hence ‘the Blacker’), it used to have some weird name like «Club Armaved» or something similarly strange, but no-​one referred to it as anything other than the Blacker so, despite The Black Sheep becoming Liz Delaneys, the Blacker it remained. I don’t think that it has an official name anymore.
Back circa 2005 or so when I first came into contact with the place, the Blacker was trying to relaunch itself as a competitor to Barcode, with € 3 drinks on Thursdays (the great attraction of Barcode back then was that you could get your Fat Frogs for € 9. Fat Frogs, do ya remember them?!).
This is all very well in theory, but the reality was somewhat different. Another of Barcode’s attractions was that it was full of hot schoolgirls from Clontarf and Sutton. The Blacker, on the other hand, was full of tattood apprentices who didn’t necessarily like the look of long-​haired college boys like yours truly, and some of the roughest women in Christendom.
And there was always a terrible ratio: 2 or 3 hard-​chaw males for every hairdresser in the place. And when you did see a nice looking girl, you would be hesitant to talk to her for fear of getting glassed by some Git, Anto or Steo.
A friend asked if I would like to go last weekend after a 21^st; I said that I had only a score on me (which was true); he said that that was alright, the Blacker was FIFTEEN EURO in! Fifteen yo-​yos to get into that kip. Actually kip is unfair, they’ve spent € 1.5 million on the place lately, and apparently it looks pretty good, but I won’t be heading down to check it out any time soon, and if you value your fully functioning cerebral functions, neither will you.