Celtic End Singer: I have to agree about the Scotia Bar, but there was one drawback, when I drank there. The ceiling was laced with strands of burglar alarm wire on which had gathered, over the decades, thick lines of dust. When the wrestling club met in the rooms above the bar, the thud of bodies hitting the floor produced a constant drizzle of grime from the wires, and so while people sang they had to keep their hands over their pints. Folks who played, had to have a beer mat sitting on top of their glasses. Plus you needed wellies to go to the pissoir. Just like Barry Finn's recollection of the Village Coach house, though, there was (is?) a constant stream of musical talent. Among my favorite times were when Big Mick Broderick (Whistlebinkies) was doing his submarine stories, and using two beer glasses and the back room pole as a periscope!