I've just returned from the supermarket.
It's Saturday night and i've had plenty to drink.
Anyway, my story...
On leaving the shop, I was about to pass a gang of youth.
Being me and rather fearless, I thought, 'why not have a chat'.
They were lovely and as I expected, not very scary.
We talked about this and that and then as I was about to leave one of them asked.
"How old are you?"
"How old do you think I am?"
The concensus fell between 27 and 29.
I've never felt this kind of pleasure before...