United Kingdom

I lived in a community with a very large, very catholic community. I always remember that the best times I had was in a very Irish pub. I had a dear friend who was born in Ireland and the memories of her sweet voice as we used to belt out songs, most Irish, and how much fun we had.

The most vivid memory was how we all stayed after hours, belting out Irish songs and leaving in a hurry after a friend let us know that the police were on the way to check out if alcohol was being served afters, it was. They, the police, met us as we were creeping out the back door.
Ah, the good old days.