"You're preaching to the choir," Matt grinned, eagerly taking the seat next to Simon. "I'm all for changing the drinking age, but then again, it's not me you have to convince. It's all the old farts who seem to believe life was so much better when they were eighteen. They were damned wholesome and never had a sexual urge in their life."

Matt winked at Simon. "Of course, they could drink at eighteen. It was only later that some bureaucrat ruined the fun. That's why London is miles above the states. Except for the food. What I wouldn't give for a large pretzel covered in spicy mustard."