20...21ish
I was ID'd in a pub over the Bank holiday weekend.
That's right, someone wasn't sure if I was over 18 or not.
No, really.
After recently celebrating my 25th birthday and looking into the mirror and seeing an ageing (though increasingly distinguished I like to think) face this made my day month. Unfortunately I didn't actually have any ID on me ( I had chucked my age prove-it card away long ago) so had to rely on my sheer surprise and bewilderment, along with a credit card (they don't give them to under 18s do they?) to convince the barmaid I was of age.
The barmaid even asked me what year I was born, and for a second I was thrown. Without thinking for a split second I fell into the age old routine of the underage drinker of working out what year I would of been born in if I was 18, then I realised that I didn't have to do this anymore (1987 if I decide to try and pass as an 18 year old this year)
Eventually she was convinced, probably more by the incredulous laughter of my companions than my own protests, or maybe she just looked into my eyes, and saw the creeping world-weariness and cynicism typical of a man in his mid-20s.
Course what this does show is how silly I was to be worried about getting 'old' on my 25th birthday. 25 isn't that old at all, and if a barmaid feels she has to ID me then I can't be weathering too bad either.
It could be just that barmaid was a bit...special. With us all laughing she tired to defend herself by saying 'People mistake me for being 21'. Seeing as she looked about 30 I presumed she was joking then it became obvious she was being serious. I came this close to saying 'Yeah right love, 31 maybe, not 21' but managed to stop myself.
posted by Ian @ 3:45 pm
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3 Comments:
From this I can quite clearly deduce that you haven't been working nearly hard enough. I am over a year younger than you. During my time here the weight of the burden has produced care worn lines of such intensity that people were beginning to wonder if I was mother Theresa withough the head gear!
How does the boy wonder do it? How have you managed to maintain your boyish good looks? I think the Tin Tin like quiff has something to do with it!! (Just ask the students at Forest Gate School)
The more likely reason you got accosted by this 'special' barmaid is that she just wanted an excuse to talk to you, you dashing young thing. If you think about it it's quite a good way of getting some personal infomation off you with out having to ask for it. OK, so she doesn't know exactly how old you are, or where you live, but she does know your credit card details, which are probably of more use to her.
I can still remember my fake birthday 10/07/79. It still roles off the tounge so easily.
However it was rarely necessary to use it, the last time I was aksed for ID, John Major was in power!
Whats your secret?
I bath every night in the blood of local virgin wenches. I thought everyone did it!
Where the heck did you find any Virgins in South Woodford. Nowhere near the Hogshead I fancy!
Andy
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