Wot? No booze?
When I asked for a bottle of gin at the supermarket counter, the boy went and got me one, but then asked "Have you got some ID?". Not quite cottoning on, I said "yes", because I do have my old University of Liverpool staff card, but then the penny dropped, and I had to admit that I hadn't the sort of ID he was after. I walked away ginless, reminding myself to be flattered about being taken for an under-21 having turned 40 this year, and amused because my unwitting complimenter looked about half that age.
Fear not, I managed to purchase gin elsewhere.
Fear not, I managed to purchase gin elsewhere.