St Patrick’s night in Brixton – ceilidhs, Sambucas, ales and a massive hangover

St Patrick's night in Brixton. Ouch.

Man oh man this turned out to be a hell of a night. The first stop was a well-packed Prince Albert on Coldharbour Lane before walking up towards Stockwell for some full on ceilidh dancing action at the Grosvenor on Sidney Road.

St Patrick's night in Brixton. Ouch.

Fuelled by lashings of ale and a curious alcoholic concoction purporting to be a ‘St Patrick’s Day Shot,’ we soon found ourselves giving it moderately large on the dance floor, strutting, nay stumbling, along to the wondrous jigs from the fine band.

St Patrick's night in Brixton. Ouch.

I’m not exactly a ceilidh connoisseur*, but I am rather partial to thundering along the dance floor in the spinning feast that is the “Strip the willow” dance. Much fun!

(*a bit of an understatement, that).

St Patrick's night in Brixton. Ouch.

St Patrick's night in Brixton. Ouch.

St Patrick's night in Brixton. Ouch.

Next stop was the Dogstar which was a whole heap of fun. And very, very alcoholic!

St Patrick's night in Brixton. Ouch.

St Patrick's night in Brixton. Ouch.

Guinness hat alert!

St Patrick's night in Brixton. Ouch.

Next stop was the Brixton Bar and Grill, of which I have precious little memory and no photos.

What a night!