Brian Jones

It wasn't long after my fifteenth birthday when I decided I was old enough to start going to pubs. Despite the law's view on this it didn't take much for me to convince my friend Ali Morrison, also recently turned fifteen, that he was old enough too. It was a pity that the bouncers of those pubs commonly frequently by the town's borderline age drinkers didn't agree. A Friday night spent traipsing round Ballymena soon let us know that it would be a few more years before we would be welcome in any of the town's licenced premises. Except here, in Mc Attamney's, a small side street pub we didn't know existed until then.