1. You normally got served so long as you didn’t look too young.
I started drinking when I was about fifteen or sixteen. The official drinking age was, I think, 18; nobody really paid very close attention to such matters back in the mid-1980s, and I really don’t remember how old I was when I started going down the pub with my mates.
We all knew that there was the odd pub or two, like the Bluebell in Monton, that would ask awkward questions, but back then there were no photos on driving licences, and nobody took their passport out with them on a Friday night. If you didn’t look obviously pre-pubescent, didn’t make too much of a fool of yourself, you’d get served.