Dance-floor days: A look back at the iconic Sir Henry's 30 years on
As the Sweat in Sir Henry’s marks 30 years, author recalls the fun of her formative years in the legendary Cork club
LANDED in Cork a month after I’d turned 17. I’d only gone and done something stupid: the Leaving Cert at 16. UCC apparently liked the cut of my jib, and Cork was the obvious choice for me, anyway. I had cousins in Carrigaline and had spent parts of my childhood summers arsing around Mountrivers, so if I got up to no good there was an aunt 10 miles down the road to catch me by the ear. This was important, because the Fresher’s Ball that year was held in Sir Henry’s, and sure that was it, I was lost to decent society forever.
