I'm 34. Oddly, I got carded when trying to buy wine in Tesco's today. This happened a couple of weeks ago too. It never happened when I was in my 20s, ever. It must be all that Boots no 7 Protect and Perfect I've been using.
I didn't have any proof of age (they wouldn't accept a library card), but they said that on closer inspection I looked old enough. I chose not to take that as an insult.
The Chinamen across the street never asked for an ID even when I was still underage. Plot, seriously, you chose not to take it as an offense? You could have asked for an extra bottle as compensation.
I didn't have any proof of age (they wouldn't accept a library card), but they said that on closer inspection I looked old enough. I chose not to take that as an insult.
I'm exactly the same, though me beard normally seems to count as a +18 proof of age. I was ID'd the other week though, and would have been delighted if it weren't for the fact I later realised folk are supposed to ID if you look under 25 now, just to be sure
More pics!
Spoiler:
We go to Nando's! Everyone is exceptionally excited!
Okay so Daftpanzer and G&T aren't, but maybe Mise and Davo?
Oh dear...let's just get these out of the way then:
There's always a pub to be had though, that'll cheer everyone up.
Davo's looking interested, which probably means he's discussing Ed Milliband again.
Looking through the photos I have, I discover I always seem to be catching only one half or the other of Daftpanzer's face everytime. I'm just going to put it to quantum photography and leave it at that.
Thanks Abaddon...
That is one fantastic hat! Whoever bought that thing has to have the most amazing sense of fashion. Not the person currently under it, obviously
I'll go through the scraps I have left and put them up sometime soon.
All that over-30 youthfulness must be the lack of contact with the real world… fresh air and sunshine are supposed to make your skin weather a bit. Or maybe it's gotten rainier since I left…
GinandTonic came into the pub and walked straight past us direct to the bar to secure himself a pint before doing anything else.
That's a man who knows what a pub is for.
(I was wussily restricting myself to orange juice, but I'd like to say in my defence that this is because I'd just come straight from another pub where my better half was plying me with Uncle Jack.)
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