Sinn Fein are on the rise, but what lies behind the closed doors?

THERE was a racket coming from the function room of the hotel. It seeped out through the double doors into reception, reverberating in a loud, rhythmic thumping. Curiosity got the better of me. I crept towards the doors, pulled one open, and slipped into the room.
The lights were low. Men and women of all ages were either seated at tables or standing around with glasses in hand, all focused on a performance on the dance floor.