In reply to Alan Dixon: A funny story that I'm reminded of that kind of fits here. We're on a weekend up from London in Derbyshire. My friend's introduction to climbing about 25 years ago - first time in a pub outside London. Still makes me chuckle.
Landlord: Evening.
My Friend: <Tapping on pump>. I'll have a pint mate. What are you drinking Tim?
Me: I'll have a pint of bitter please.
Friend: Yuck. Bitter is horrible.
Landlord: <glaring> Are you over 18?
Friend: Yeah, we're climbers.
Landlord: <still glaring> Do you have to be 18 to go climbing then.
Friend: <stunned silence>
Friend: What's Mike having.
Me: He'll have a bitter too.
Landlord: Where is this Mike?
Friend: He's outside parking the car.
Landlord: Well when he's finished parking the car he can come in here and get his own pint.