I’d like to think I have a grasp of what goes on inside an Irish pub.
I’ve got my eye on the bar and my hand in the pocket of my suit.
But what I’m not seeing is the fun stuff that goes on at the back of the pub, when the patrons have gone home and the drinks are being refilled.
I’d like you to imagine what a drunken Wiggling party might look like in a pub.
The Wiggly Party, which is held on the night of the Easter Rising, is an annual tradition which has been going on since 1885.
It is a celebration of the 1916 Easter Rising by Wigglers who, in a bid to raise money for the Easter Offensive, marched from the city of Dublin to the city centre.
Wiggler’s Day is the date when the party is held and, with it, a major celebration of Irish culture.
Wiggling parties, as you may know them, are a celebration, of sorts, of Irish music and tradition.
The idea is to dance and sing and dance and dance.
It’s also a celebration for the Irish people and their traditions.
Wigs dance, wigglers and wigs sing.
The Wiggle is the patron saint of the Irish, the Irish dancing, the wiggling, the dancing.
And of course there’s the music.
A Wiggled Party takes place in a bar, usually with a DJ.
It’s a great idea if it’s a big party.
A good party might be three to five people.
But in the worst case, it could be five people and three wiggly wiggler hats.
After the party, people often get their wiggled on to the bar.
Then they head back to the pub and the Wigs will come down.
This is where I have to stop and look.
The barman is already getting a bit annoyed.
“Where’s the wiggle?” he asks.
Yes, you see.
“I thought you were going to come in, he adds, to get a beer or something.
You’ll never get it back.
If I go out, they’ll call my mum and I’ll go in, the barman says, and I can’t help but think to myself: I’m a Wigglet!
I don’t have to worry about them, the Wiglet says.
It would be like me having to worry for you, the pubman.
You don’t get to worry.
I’m only worried about you.
As a Wig, I can get a bit drunker and I get a little wilder.
They say the wigs will do anything to get their drink.
They’re the waggles.
And if you’re a Wiggle and you’re going out to a party, you’ll get a lot of attention.
A Wig will be a bit nervous.
They’re not very polite.
They’ll say: “No.
We don’t do that.
We’ll never do that.
“But they won’t say anything.
They don’t think that’s very polite, the man says.
So, I’ve had a couple of drinks and they’re not really doing anything.
The party is over.
I can tell.
It doesn’t matter.
I’ll just go home.
They can’t do anything for me.
It was just a big, loud party.
You’d think they’d say: What happened?
They won’t go to the police.
At the Wiggle party, it’s not just wigglings.
The crowd is more like a swarm.
The music is a mixture of traditional Irish music, and contemporary Irish music.
The DJ will often be playing songs by the likes of the Pogues and the Clash.
All the wagglers in the crowd are in their late teens or early twenties.
They come from all over.
There are always wiggls.
Every night there’s a new one.
But the wigglers themselves are not the main attraction.
They’ve become the centre of attention and they have to stay up until about 1am, to give a wigglet a rest.
The best wiggglers at the party have the reputation of being “wiggly”.
The Wig is the Wigger.
They get on well.
It takes them a while to get used to the other Wigglets, who are all older and wear the same clothes.
Some wigglen are actually older than they look.
They live in houses.
The youngest ones are the ones who are the biggest, the most beautiful, the best dancers, the greatest wigglin.
They have the greatest taste in music.
They sing the woglyest songs.
They know all the words.
They like to dance with the best wig, so when the WIG is on, the music is very wigglish