maybe should be in bed sleeping off a few too many guiness but instead i will rant and rave my grievenaces, so here goes. Was in the Bishop Friday night enjoying a nice evening with a few freinds, my round up, head to bar. Bar tender asks me to ID, fair enough not the first time and my youthful complextion may baffle many a bartender, whip out my driving licence start rattling off my order before i forget, only for the response "so your born in 1982 how old does that make you?", abit taken aback that despite me having a driving licence with a picture of my ugly mug on, clearly stating the dob he still will not serve me, i meekly state "26", he still reluctant but think the people behind me waiting to be served getting just abit annoyed he finally starts getting my order, now i have seen girls/guys a lot younger looking then me served without a bat of an eyelid. Now am i just being paranoid or was he expecting to get a big rise of trying to make a fool of me, to promote his oversized ego or simply he was doing his job. Maybe i am making a mountain out of molehill but Rant over. Good night!