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@Sassy Colombian Here we go. The Cabin was a legendary night club in Liverpool, had been run by the same family for years. The music was boss, none of the posey disco stuff where the beautiful people frequented. It was an absolute dump. you did stick to the floor when you went in and it was probably a fire trap. The main dance floor was in the basement, if it had ever caught fire you would have never got out. Much loved by police officers who would finish their shift at 11pm and go straight there. I did once meet the Wigan Athletic football team in there on a night out. They all had their club blazers on and looked so out of place. Probably 4th Division at the time. It was said if you could not pull in The Cabin you might as well give up and go home. I could not possibly comment on that lollol The ladies loos at the end of the night were carnage, full of very drunk Scouse girls either pissed, crying or seeking advice as to whether she should go home with the bloke she just met about 10 minutes ago. Also a few completely passed out lasses in there as well. Utterly brilliant nights out.
You got a lollipop on the way out.
Pork scratchings are disgusting but after several drinks they become strangely desirable. "Pork scratchings are a centuries-old popular snack made by frying the pork skin taken from the pig's shank (top of the pig's hind leg). Scratchings are cooked once, meaning they are harder and crunchier than their porky cousins." You can break teeth on them and occasionally find one with a random bit of pig hair on it. Honestly horrible but irresistible when bevvied (unless you are veggie) Never eat when sober.
I've had a lovely night. Much beer consumed, stayed in one pub, the world put to rights and much laughter.