The Stage

This is definitely Upper Parliament Street for a slightly, erm, more mature set of revellers, but still proudly displaying all the tackiest features of its nearby counterpart. To be perfectly frank, rocking up here felt like we'd walked into a holiday camp for middle-aged singletons. Some of the chat-up lines we overheard were worthy of use in a Sunday-night, village-pub stand-up show, but when the tunes jacked up and the midriffs started shaking, we decided it was time to do a runner. If you really have to go out with your mum then why not go to the cinema instead?

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