What do you do when there's no alternative in sight. Get on with the job, I suppose. And that's what the new manager of a pub on his first day of work does on New Year's eve. Liverpool has been gutted by Thatcherism. The city looks a shambles. The kids have no future. The pensioners have their memories of times gone by when "The Troubles" were in high gear back where they came from, Northern Ireland. They came to a booming Liverpool for jobs. They sit in its contemporary squalor waiting for something good to happen.
And then, it does. An invitation to attend a New Year's function at a pub. The problem is that "they" are two groups of sectarian nationalists, one Catholic, the other Protestant. One old lady from the Protestant side says, "I could never bring myself to say, 'Fuck the Pope' in public." Not because she liked the Papacy but out of modesty.
Seems the fired manager has played a joke on his old boss by setting this night up. He's on his way out, for stealing from the owner of the pub, himself a professional gangster. He has invited the old partisans from the conflicting sides of "The Troubles" to attend a fancy dress evening at the pub. The fuse has been lit. The fun begins when two buses, one carrying Catholics, the other Protestants, arrive at the pub at the same time.
The romance begins when the new manager encounters the wannabe songstress practicing tunes on the pub's stage during its empty afternoon hours. Turns out, the manager is a has-been Tom Jones look alike singer himself. Turns out that one of the old attendees is still a gun toting murderer for the Loyalist side. He's on the run and the police are hot on his trail....