They had discount drink vouchers. I'd like to think that this will become government policy by the time I reach that age.
Bus pass. Check
Free TV licence. Check
Winter fuel allowance. Check
Discount drink vouchers. Check.
Probably the opposite will be the case.
The upside of this establishment is contrast. In other words if you are surrounded by the elderly, as a middle-aged person you appear a pimply teen who's face has never seen a razor in comparison.
After a couple of drinks we headed in to town to a Chinese restaurant which was very nice and ticked all the relevant boxes.
All the effort goes into the food but after we've eaten the conversation is flowing and we end up wandering aimlessly round whichever town we are in trying to find a bar.
Usually they end up being a deafening boozer rammed with lairy drunks and nowhere to sit. Too noisy to converse and about to close anyway.
"I'll raise ya, Mr Bun the baker"
"North Yorkshire hold 'em" may not have the same cachet as it's Texas equivalent.
So we sat and yarned. Stories were told. Rumours were spread and eventually there were only a few of us left.
"What time we meeting for breakfast"?
What's the time now"?
I went to bed and hardly remember turning out the light. I was there on the dot of 8.30 bright eyed and...actually let's just leave it at "I was there at 8.30!”
Thoroughly excellent evening that raises the bar for the next event in Gloucester in February