Another abiding memory of the Con club...being of a nervous disposition, I always found it a bit disturbing when mass punch-ups would suddenly erupt on the dancefloor for no apparent reason. There'd be a flurry of fists, the bouncers would wade in and then someone would come along and mop up the blood and relative calm would be restored...until the next time. There were certainly some lads up there who you'd take great care to avoid...most of whom, for some reason, were Cashy's mates!
