Smacks o'clock is an indeterminate
time of the evening when one is so drunk that they willingly visit a over-crowded indie bar that plays self-proclaimed indie 'classics'. It is the
time of night when one gives up any notion of going
home early and of their own free-will dances like a loon to the Smiths and does the macarena to MGMT.
It is, by all accounts, a good time. But no-one can really remember it.
Drunkard 1: "Man, I am bored of Wetherspoons now, what
time is it?"
Drunkard 2: "It's Smacks o'
clock baby!"
Drunkard 1: "Awww yeah"