i went to bonkers a fair few times when i was a wee guy (not as often as id like as about half my pals including myself were underage and we often ended up at the moon instead). kicked off a few times but as we got the train in from coatbridge we were oblivious to all the inter-team goings on (didnt even really know the names of many bits of glasgow let alone their teams...barrowfield couldve been in california for all we knew) and just thought it was a laugh. and we were always quick to scarper at 3 am to get a taxi by the blue lagoon and avoided the resultant union st (i think thats where it was?) chaos. my main complaint with bonkers was that they let far too many cunts in and so it took you about 20 minutes to get a fucking drink
the moon (or was it just moon?) was astoundingly pish. decorated like a school disco so you felt like a complete fanny. on the plus side it was relatively quiet |