Age is in the eye of the beholder
Apparently I now look over thirty.
Last night Clodagh, I and a couple of friends went for a drink in the bar of a local restaurant (hooray for airconditioning!). As we were ordering Clodagh and one of the others both got IDed. As the waitress was apologizing she came out with this: "I'm really sorry, I have to ID people who look under thirty. I need to see your ID and your ID (pointing to the two of them)." No, I wasn't one of the people pointed to. I've been places without getting IDed before, but this was the first time I've been called out as looking over thirty.
This is even a bit funnier because when I have a fresh haircut I tend to (think I) look really young - a couple of years ago I got IDed going into a club in Dublin. Where the age to get in is eighteen. Yes, I got IDed going into a bar in a country with a drinking age of eighteen. Either I've gone downhill fast, or it's really whatever people want to see.