No going back
More from the roads, high and low
When I was fifteen I discovered the joy of a free bar. All you had to do was say Bacardi and Coke, thanks to the guy in the white shirt and bow tie. I watched my cousin, all private school confidence, get the drinks in, and followed his lead. Another, thanks and another and another and soon I understood what the fuss about booze was all about. Just lik…