In addition to Seamus:

Where the doors are locked some time after the official Closing Time; except for those who know the special knock, and can then join those already inside.

Where the most visible sign that it's time for such a lock-in is the bartender placing ashtrays on the tables and bar, having spent the hours previously taking regular smoking-breaks amidst the group around the door (or in the yard at the back), and then lighting-up indoors and illegally.

Where the Parish Priest is as welcome as any other regular; and the fact that he never drinks during Lent, or Holy Month, is known and respected. The fact that he drinks like a fish the rest of the time is also known and respected.

Where every singer is treated with courtesy and appreciative silence, except when everyone joins in with a familiar song. Where every regular's favourite songs are known, and no-one will "steal" another's, except as a friendly competition. And the Priest will do this as well.

Where there's always a lift for those who live too far for safe walking in the dark nights.

Where I haven't been for too long.