Yeah, the Irish Club I was referring to is in Reading, and made a few visits there last trip.
I'm second generation Irish, so usually see some old and new friends there.
In fact, I met a girl there, should say lady really, who was in my year at same school, hadn't seen her in nearly 50 years!
There are, as mentioned above, Irish bars pretty much the world over, and Thailand has it's fair share. As with most of them, they're really just sports bars, with a veneer of Irish rose-tinted nostalgia to them. One of the most obscure ones I went to was in Moscow many years back.
As to the Reading Irish club, there are still a few oldies in there from my parents generation, but very few now. A lot of the Irish diaspora were of course economic migrants of that time, my parents included, as were most of the parents of my school friends.
Here's a picture of my dad, taken I think in the early sixties in Reading area, working on track maintenance
My dad is on the far right, working as 'Lookout' at this time. He's wearing his arm badge, flags under arm, and a whistle is used as warning of a coming train. No other safety gear to be seen. Compare this with today, and all the hi-vis gear they have to wear, no idea how they can work on a hot day with all that clobber on. I'm sure Mr Accy will appreciate this sartorial display
