Nana, who??

A quick look in the doorway of the bars around town will tell you that anyone of us who, like a fine bottle of wine, has matured, just do not belong. The noise in there is enough to make you spin on your heel and head back outside into the cold but welcome silence. I am not saying that everyone in there wears gold medallions or has piercings in parts of their anatomy where they simply do not belong…..but, it does explain why some people wear their sunglasses inside.

There are an extraordinary number of clichés in bars these days indicating that they have not changed very much from our day. Aside from the hairy, chain-wearing types, there is the make-up smeared, very intoxicated, past their “use-by date” women hanging around the necks of equally intoxicated mates. The ever optimistic lounge lizard leaning strategically against the fire-place wishing desperately to be noticed – but never willing to go out on a limb and make the first move. Of course there are the blondes and other desirable “chicks” that just sit at tables and flutter their eyelashes at the “cool dudes” until they finally make the move over to their tables and throw them a worn, but obviously winning line, as they claim their conquests and finally there are those that go in groups. This final group are the “losers in love” – undesirable, and sadly, resigned to the fact. They sit around a largish table and drink copious quantities of alcohol growing louder and more objectionable progressively but they remain largely unnoticed by the other groups that are becoming equally s**t-faced.

There was no doubt whatsoever in my mind whom the talented ones in the room were – not a nana in sight!