Being a Old Man.

Last night my friends and I went to a bar in my beautiful hometown of Essex.

The aim of the evening was just to have a quiet drink - that is it. We grossly underestimated the venue and the timing and generally people's attitude to alcohol in Essex.

Firstly, the music was actually just too loud and too shit. It was like Heart Fm's DJ had got hold of the music from 2008, it was just incredible. If someone asked me a question, I had to ask them to repeat it at least three times to hear even just the first part of it. Which was terribly embarrassing.

After we all got over how loud it was and queued about 3 hours for a drink, we noticed the crowed that was around us. In this place everyone was either 12 or 45. It was a worrying demographic to be in, I have never felt so out of place…

Then there was a massive cat fight, in which a huge clump of hair was left to get stuck to peoples shoes, like an abandoned poodle or a peroxide dog shit.

I wrote a blog a few days ago about how much I enjoy a good bar, I think we'll just go for dinner next week.