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My 30-something-year-old friends and I recently had the great idea to go to Paceville. It all seemed like fun and games until we got there…

What has happened to Paceville? When did it get so… boring?

It’s been a week since my friends and I went to Paceville, and I still can’t put my finger on what went wrong along the way. I can’t decide if it’s because all the old haunts closed down, or because the average age of the people there is 12, or because the music industry is just churning out one crap song after another.

But back when I used to go to Paceville on a regular basis, we would go out at 2am and could party till 10am, leaving the toddlers to have their own fun between 8pm and midnight. There were bars for everyone, and the music was thumping for everyone, too. It didn’t matter if you were a Goth or a prep, or if you wanted to sing along to Haddaway. It was a melting pot for people, and we knew how to make the most of it.

Nowadays, it’s just a saturation of pop- and house-playing bars with very little to no character, where sometimes underage children have to rub shoulders with professionals who have more money than sense.

The myriad of rules has also put a damper on things: don’t drink outside, don’t smoke inside, close the doors at 4am, keep the music low… Ironically, it’s these rules that have turned it into a madhouse. I mean, for a place that thrives solely on people having fun, it sure has a lot of rules…


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When we drank at The Park and got to The Alley drunk, the establishment could see we were drunk; they could sniff trouble as soon as it walked through the door. Now, people go to a club, get drunk in an environment that inspires it, and then, when you have 300 intoxicated people getting too paranoid or too brave for their own good, we start panicking.

It’s also become a lot less accepting, and it’s very scary to think that most fights that happen in Paceville aren’t between two people who are too drunk to care, but between customers and the bouncers who are there for their protection. How many stories have we heard of people getting beaten to a pulp by bouncers? And what’s the reason behind these incidents? Being black? Being drunk? Answering back?

There is no respect left in Paceville anymore. Bars and clubs don’t respect their customers, customers don’t respect the establishments, bouncers feel like gods, and everyone is running around like a headless chicken.


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The worst part about it all is that Paceville is the only place of its kind we have. Sure, Valletta’s party scene is up-and-coming, but it’s much more composed. Buġibba? Let’s not even go there.

It’s high time establishments realised that they need to change their attitudes towards their customers. People are not numbers. How about training bouncers in how to handle drunk people? It’s inevitably going to happen, you know! And some originality wouldn’t go amiss either. Not all clubs have to cater to the same demographic. Smaller clubs with a clearer identity could help many return to Paceville. Think of Sabor back in the day, or Coconut Grove today.

As time goes on, Paceville is becoming less appealing to older generations… And how long do you think clubs will thrive on the pocket money of the young? My guess is a few years… And then what?


Do you agree with James? Does Paceville need to be revitalised? Let us know in the comment section below.


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