Back at the start of the month I wrote that, while I had been IDed for many curious things, I’d never been asked for proof of age when purchasing alcohol in bars.  Like everything I’ve ever written it came back to bite me.  Over the past few weeks I’ve been IDed at least three times in my local Wetherspoon’s (yes, I have been drinking there for a year.  No, obviously they didn’t notice).

Now I have to carry my passport with me at all times (bloody Communist states) if I want a drink.  I just wish that underage drinkers would stop wearing Yves Saint Laurent jackets and ordering real ale, they’re making it difficult for the rest of us.