Amid the Euro-teen hordes.
Underage drinkers!
Amongst the reasons why I can seldom be tempted out to the city's main bar district around Sanlitun....
The last time I went to Pure Girl (one of the diviest bars in town, and artfully misnamed) with The Choirboy, we were mobbed by a bunch of 15-year-old Swiss. I think he quite enjoyed it - but then, the age differential is much less for him. 22-year-olds make me feel like a dirty old man these days; teenagers make me feel like Tithonus.
This, by the way, is one of my entries this week in an online competition for haiku about the Beijing bar scene. Wish me luck! There's a bottle of vodka at stake.
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