My wife and I emerged from the theatre in Chesterfield at about 2230 one November night.
The wind was blowing and cold, the rain was torrential and horizontal, so I pulled up the collar of my coat, wrapped my scarf around my neck, pulled my hat down, and considered if we could make it to the car without developing hypothermia or drowning on the way................
I looked across the street from the entrance to the theatre - which, in Chesterfield, is lined with bars, pubs and other venues to make it "party town" for modern yoof - and saw streams of young "ladies" scantily dressed, tottering along the pavement in the highest of heels, shortest of skirts, and with only limited covering of their firm, smooth breasts....................I digress
They were clearly on their way to a holiday in the Caribbean, or their meagre benefits/allowances/minimum wage payments meant that they simply could not afford proper clothing.
We ran to the car, turned the heater to max, and drove home.
That's when I knew I was old.......................
