To bouncers.

Yesterday night, I litteraly dragged the Usual Suspects to Vibe Bar, on Brick Lane, where I knew they usually play good quality live music. Most of them had to start work early this morning, and they probably all got in touch by now, to work out the perfect murder, and how to get rid of my body.
I am bad influence, I know.

A good night, all in all, filled with great jazz, loads of dancing and drunken talk with randoms.

But still, I have a few complaints to adress. To most of London bouncers.

I am not THAT OLD! I've just turned 21 for God's sake!

Most of my friends are five or six years older than I am, and almost each time we show up at a club door, they all get asked for IDs, and while I'm fumbling with my bag, trying to extract my driving licence, I'll get a smile from the bouncer, accompanied by a "Not you darling, you're ok!" It happened the last five times we went out, and I'm seriously starting to find it annoying.
I can't help but retort that I am the youngest one in the gang, and when I get the ironic "Yeah sure" answer, I have to start doing breathing exercices in order to keep the murderous feelings to myself...

After all, bouncers are much tougher than I am. It is their job not to have an as petite stature as mine...

Still, it is doing no good for my ego. I know some of my best friends have told me I look and behave older, which could be explained by harsh past experiences. Life is a bitch, I can't stress it enough.
But as far as I know, I am not wrinkled, and I wish I could at least pretend to be as carefree as the next person...

So please, if any London bouncer is reading this, stop the ID discrimination! If you're suspicious about a person's age in a group, just ask IDs to everyone, or to no one.

And stop making me feel like a wrinkled old fart!