An Incovenient Truth

Last nights' St.Patricks Day festivities were, to say the least, a tad low-key in comparison to previous years. It was a rather intimate gathering of friends at The Great Simmo and Mizzles place. Nothing wrong with that.A few cheeky beers. Lovely. However, as the evening was drawing to a close someone said what had crossed every mind in the room under the duration of the evening: "We're getting old!" It was a statement of such undeniable truth that the subject was swiftly diverted to previous crazy exploits so we could all feel young again. Then we realised we were up past 11 on a school night and all went home.