I’n now 34. Ok, I look older :-(.
Last night made me feel it too. Went into a couple of pubs I first started visiting 17 (yes, seventeen) years ago. Yes, you do the math, that means I went to pubs aged 17, but unless I’m much mistaken some of the clientele in the one pub we visited last night were younger than that- the ones that seemed to be disco -dancing to Linkin Park (!).
The pub concerned has always been a rock/goth pub (or at least since the mid-80’s) and was advertising ‘Sk8r Rock’ nights, whatever the hell that is.
Then we gave up the nostalgia pub crawl and went for a quiet pint elsewhere before going home *before 11pm*.
Oh No. I am old.