292: getting old

Each time I go to the pub, I seem to get progressively more annoyed at the stupid little kids running around with jugs of fluorescent liquid, draping themselves over each other, taking photos and generally trading in shards of dignity for bottles of blue WKD.

Not to mention that Charlotte gets a pudding, and this is the smeared plate of scraps that gets thrown my way! (why do people say "not to mention", then start talking about the thing they weren't going to mention?!)

Damn, I do sound old.