Last night Funny Daddy (who is older than me but I won't reveal exactly how much older) and I went to a blues night at a very fashionable bar in a studenty end of town. As you would expect conversation, for the two of us, ranged from politics to children to music via tales of teeth and a lack of sleep. Slipped in there though was a general consensus that the best place to get your clothes in M&S. This is indeed true but something I thought I would never say.
Now to make things worse we were surrounded by a lots of tedious students who had grown designer facial hair (which looked stupid) and dressed far too hard to impress. We didn't exactly feel out of place but we had absolutely nothing in common with these people who seemed to drift effortlessly through the world like a leaf on the wind.
At the end of the night we had to put up with sharing the men's room with people not using the loo for the correct reason. All I'll say is rolled up notes. Is this necessary on a Thursday night at a blues bar? Who knows but this increased our assertion that actually we are probably better off without that hedonistic lifestyle. And as much as our children vex us and cause us all sorts of neuroses they are probably better for us than taking trendy drugs. Though that is something that probably needs to be tested.