Amy is out in Manchester this evening. She's going for cocktails to celebrate her friend's birthday. I don't mind her having a drink, she's sensible, she doesn't really like it and I'm sure one will probably be enough for her, she may even opt for non-alcoholic. I'm not worried about her being in Manchester, it's probably a lot safer than Middleton. Here you get all the local plonkers out looking for trouble.
It reminds me of when I was 16 and with nothing much to do in Cirencester, meeting my mates in the local for a lager or pernod & black was normal. Back then of course there were no ID checks and a bit of extra eye shadow, rouge and lippy seemed to do the trick.
If you went into town it was the same. As long as you looked old enough they served you. I can clearly remember a new pub opening and they put 2 bouncers on the door - I have no idea why - but that suddenly became the in place to be and if we got past those beefcakes we thought we were the cat's whiskers.
If you put your drink down on the bar the only worry you had was somebody drinking it, not spiking it and I would happily walk the mile or so home on my own never giving a thought that somebody might harm me. If I ever felt scared, it was because I'd watched a horror movie, (they really aren't my thing) and I'd go over the roundabout rather than under the subway.
I can't imagine how parents coped back then not being able to phone or facetime their offspring at the drop of a hat but they seemed a lot more laid back than they do today. I do remember the pub phones would sometimes ring and the landlord would yell out somebody's name who was wanted.
Ah, good times indeed and the pub was definitely a step up from passing cider around in a car park!