At 18, college wasn't for kids like me... at 55, I finally feel I belong here.

AT THE bar, I experienced my first moment of self-doubt and discomfort. Should I go for my usual: a single gin and slimline tonic, or would I be committing an enormous faux pas? Should I order a pint? If so, which one? What about snakebite? Do people still drink that anarchic concoction — equal parts cider and lager, sometimes with a sickly dash of blackcurrant cordial — that I remember from the Eighties? [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]