Us lads used to grow our most impressive bum fluff moustaches so we could get served. It didn’t fool a lot of the publicans but we got to know the pubs we could get away with it
Going to our local The Black Horse in South Mimms. Drinking John Bull Bitter with my mates and getting proper *******ed. Didn’t look 15 let alone 18. Weird thing is I still get that horrible feeling if the old bill walk into a pub, and I’m almost 50! Great days.
probably sat at home my parents were pretty strict with us, telly was boring then so probably read a book or something god it was awful