My grandad mostly played Bingo, ate boiled sweets and watched snooker. He never raved into the early hours, as much as I often begged him to. I tried to sneak him into a rave once dressed as the popular celebrity singer Seal, thinking the the club would definitely let him in because he was a celeb. My plan ran aground quite quickly, as even though grandad was about 80 and on his last legs the bouncers said his skin was far too good for him to be the real Seal. Damn you Seal!
These lads, on the other hand, are taking to the raving like ducks to… duck stuff.
