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I scanned my id in and then cut out the number needed to make me 18.
Once me and a friend tried to give ID when we were 17 and just hope they got their maths wrong but they didn't and told us to leave.
except on an expired passport. a kid from school who was good at photoshop did it for me and a couple of mates. my one was shit cos the glue seeped through the printout making it look like my passport had turned green. somehow still worked (though only in carefully selected places which didnt give a shit, just needed to see *something*).
this was 2005 era so the music was all PROPER indie with PROPER haircuts. But yeah, no where ever used to ask for ID, and if you used to get unlucky and asked you would just need to remember a date so it would work out you we're 18 (19 to be safe) and then they would let you in. In some circumstances they would throw a fast one and ask you what your star sign is to catch you out. Loads of people used to get caught out. Once they refused me entry and I got them to ring my Dad for confirmation (he complied of course)
Now when I get asked for ID it just pisses me off.
Did something mega happen in 2007 or something? Oh right, yeah , smoking ban.
i reckon it was at the very end of 2006 that things changed, just as a couple of my mates turned 18 but i still had a few months to go.
Found it a lot harder to get into places in those last few months than I did when I was 16. Weird.
i only got 2 weeks of legal smoking in clubs
So you were changing your month/ day as well as your year? That's a schoolgirl error right there.
Never said I did.
when i was underage always went to a club with Pigeon Detectives tunes which i never got id'd at
There was a kind of unwritten rule that you'd get into places locally so long as you were about 16 anyway. And then I left home to go to uni at 17 and everyone assumed that undergraduates were at least eighteen anyway. And make up.
made sure i walked in behind kat cause the bouncers liked her
we'd thought it was an over-16 /over-14 show when it wasn't, but that we wouldn't go near the bar honest. Pretty much always got in.
one of them called himself 'chris Robbins' and the other something like 'Eric Fong'. Remember using one in waitrose in Richmond. My friend must have been about 16 but looked about 13, seriously. Remember the cashier calling the manager when we tried buying a bottle of vodka. The manager came along and allowed the purchase because the ID looked legit. Just remember being fucking floored that we had got away with it. Simpler ID'ing times
...for a fiver which astonishingly worked everywhere when I was 15 - in fairness, at the time I probably did look at least, say, 14. A couple of mates and me caught the train to London and decided to super-chance our arm by trying to get into a club. Of course, being 15 we had no idea where clubs lived so ended up in what is now that casino on Leicester Square but was then a terrible terrible hang out for bored foreign students. Good times...
Was getting served in pubs from about 16 IIRC with no problems, very rarely tried to buy anything from an offie because parents would buy it for us, WTF. Well, that's the Isle of Wight for you.
filled it in and laminated it at the video shop I worked out.
However our laminator must have been too hot so it bubble and warped. Still used the ID but it I looked liked a burns victim on it.
so I could get into Glastonbury free as an under-14. guessing only babies legitimately get in free these days?
wrote a fake date of birth on it before laminating it (did this at my local rural railway station where the guy was lax enough to let me fill it out myself).
Also I was the president of my sixth form colleague so I was responsible for giving out the NUS cards: used to let my friends and people I fancied fill out fake dates of birth on those.
Then just filled in my own date of birth and stuck the sticky bit down.
Worked a charm - not that you ever had to bother with ID in Finnegan's in Ealing.
got it stamped by the school office and then changed the surname slightly so it wouldn't get back to me. (someone else tried to do it and didn't change the spelling of her name enough and got caught and they told her parents).
And probably the boobs thing.
He'd nicked a load of card from the art room and had Corel Draw on his computer. He'd personally designed a shoddy membership card to a handgliding club that had a date of birth on it for no apparent reason. No photo, no scanner, just a name and date of birth. Also had no access to a laminator, so this piece of shit was as good as it got. I bought one off him for a fiver, thought it was worth a punt, I had no better offers.
The guy in Spar said he couldn't accept it and asked if I had any other ID, I didn't so had to leave. Threw in some exaggerated mock disgust to keep up the illusion.
Went into Londis where a sole balding spectacled man was working the till looking very earnest, thought I stood no chance. I tried anyway, 8 cans of Strongbow on the counter, "ID please", "Oh, of course, oh damn I've only got this on me I'm afraid" etc. He looked at me, looked at the card, looked at me, looked stern, looked like trouble was brewing. Didn't want to get into trouble, considered legging it. Fucking hell Mario, what a piece of shit. He said okay! Result.
Londis became our sole source of booze buying for about a year. I'd buy other people booze and take a commission, only buying if baldy was working. I was buying wholesale quantities of booze from a Londis and he never questioned it. Night after night, crates, bottles, never the same thing twice. "How's the handgliding going"? "Windy out!" "Hello again" etc. His best customer, the extreme sports alcoholic.
Got tired of carrying all the shit by myself as I'd meet the others a fair distance away to avoid the risk of being associated with underagers. My arms were tired, this was not the sort of quantity one human should carry, I always did the shops alone. Decided to try something new so got Leek to go in with me one time for an especially big order. Leek had no ID, but was a 6 foot tall 14 year old who looked like an ugly version of Keanu Reeves. He was ugly to the point of distraction and it made it hard to judge how old he really was. You didn't want to stare too much. Figured it'd be good to get another person in baldy's good books by proxy and if anyone else was 18, it was Leek.
Dropped the lot on the counter. "Got any ID please?" Fuck. Explained that Leek was my buddy and was 18, he'd just forgotten the ID. Baldy looked torn, he looked concerned, he looked intense. I could see the cogs of his brain deciding whether to turn me away or whether to buy into the story or something even worse. I started to worry that he'd put too much thought into it all and question how well he knew I was an adult in the first place. Fuck, I'd ruined a good thing. The silence was excruciating. Eventually... "Well, I know you're 18, but I don't know how old you are and" (leans in close and whispers) "for all I know there are detectives outside and I could get arrested". Stare at him, is he joking? He's not joking, he's deadly serious. Sigh of relief. I told him I'd come back in 10 minutes alone and make sure Leek wasn't with me. Did so, bought shit loads of booze and gave him a wink. My arms were aching from carrying it all, but my commission made it worthwhile.
could just lose it go and ask for a new one and they would ask you when your date of birth was and they would put it on without checking
the wisdom of bouncers
it worked at least once as well!!
ran like the top manufacturer of them in the uk so I got them for free.
they were brilliant, up until late 07, when suddenly the 'DRIVING LICENSE OR PASSPORT' rule came in.
Just figured out through trial and error what pubs and offies would serve me. My group of mates at 16/17 was about two-thirds girls, which always helped in breaking up into smaller predominantly female groups that bouncers will happily let in to places.
then photoshopped the date....
when asked why I only had a photocopy would say that I was too careful to bring the real one out.
simple, and worked most of the time...
When all my friends weren't 18, it was ok as there was one pub which served us. However, they all turned 18 before, and thus wanted to move onto broader terrains.
In this 6 month period, I tried a few tactics. Went through a phase of wearing a '19 today!' birthday card badge, which suprisingly never worked. Also considered using props like car keys to suggest I was old. Never did. That was a long 6 months.
the local music venue was 16+ (you'd get thrown out for drinking if you were underage, obvs) and we found a local bar that didn't ID at all/didn't really give a shit. i made the mistake of telling my sister about it, so then all of her friends started going there. one of them told the barman she was 15 and he still served her. the early 00s!
i know a bunch of people from my school did the whole scanning their passport and changing it think though.
the best pub ever (godalming ram cider house 1550-1999 rip) near me used to be like that, the staff would be like "hi kids, how's school?", think there was also a sticker on the bar saying "under 18's will not be served" with the 'not' scratched out, simpler times
But I've been rather a stocky* chap since I was young.
where he was talking about a gut he knew at school who made fake IDs bt building a person-sized replica of the Arizona driver's licence, getting people to put their head through and then laminating the resulting photograph.
I was getting served for cigarettes from the age of about 13, albeit only in a couple of specific shops. In hindsight there was nothing special about those shops, one was bloody miles away, but it meant I would stroll in all confidently and ask for 20 Regals without any bother I suppose. This was in the lateish 90s, it was under £3 a pack then. I once did go in with a mate and when queried about my age I called over to my mate (who I said was my cousin) and asked how old I was. Worked a charm, the idiot.
We never really bothered with underage booze until we were 16 or so, by then it was quite easy to pass as 18. It tended to be in pubs, we became locals in one of our quiet places nearby. We tended to go to rock clubs also, the lack of dress code helped I reckon. Nothing more obvious than someone under 18 dressing up trying to get into a swish bar with their school shoes on. One thing I did have in case of any issues was a photoshopped copy of my passport printed out, very crudely done (probably in MS paint). I said it was a colour photocopy as I didn't want to lose my real passport. Like many people I got a fake ID from the back pages of Loaded or something, which was a card you filled out yourself with "international students card" on the front. Never worked.
Things do seem to have changed though, not sure when but a lot of places have this pointless "challenge 25" thing. I don't even have any ID on me these days, I have been asked a few times in clubs and I just laugh at them, tell them I am 30 and have a beard. That works quite well. I can't remember the last time I was actually refused service, it may have been at a supermarket. I just left all my stuff on the counter and walked out. Why would any under 18 year old do a big shop including nappies and reduced fat lamb mince and want three bottles of real ale?
International Student Card.
Worked everywhere. IS ligit but you just didn't have to prove your age when applying for one. Bit mental really. Had it when I was 16. Got served more then than when it ran out when I was 17.