When the Hard work is over, the White Gloves have been worn out, hearing above 6k forever lost and your coffin dodging your way towards the Big Gig in the sky, why not spend your last remaining years with us at Dungiggin.

Residents can swap stories about shagging groupies on flight cases, the most famous artist they have punched, and laugh at Lampies until the cows come home!

Sight seeing trips to local gigs can be arranged so that residents can bitch about how poor the in house engineer is, what mic they would have used, and how back in their day, there was no such thing as a "Graphic" Equaliser.