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Unfortunately, the table we bagged was right next to the dancefloor which meant that the terribly pushy dance-announcer bloke kept popping across to try and jocularly bully people into dancing. The best dancing by far was by a wee old granny who was popping quite enthusiastically to House of Pain's jump around when the band buggered off for a bit and played recorded music instead.

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