Quinns...................or is it Weston's?

It's Thursday night, close to midnight and suddenly I find myself back at home in wexford! What has happened? I have just walked into Quinn's home of all country folk between the ages of 18 and 23. Dancing at the cross roads is blaring (not for the last time, and probably not the first time either) and I find myself as the only one in the whole pub who doesn't know the words! Half the school is there, the other half are down in the big tree. Tis right aul craic altogether!!