GYA

This is gonna be one hell of a night, as soon as that bouncer lets me through I am heading straight to the bar. Thank God I am still funded by the bank of mum and dad.

"ID" the bouncer demands before I hand him my identification.

He's taking a while, why does he keep looking up so puzzled. It is clearly me on the picture.

"I'm sorry sir, but is there a problem with my ID?" I question, hoping the bulky man just lets me through. I really need a drink.