I found myself recently having a solitary pub lunch in London. Nothing too extravagant. Just good old bangers and mash in a large yorkshire pudding with peas and gravy.
As is usual for me in such situations, I was giving the food my full attention so no newspaper or phone to distract me.
I gradually became aware of the two women sitting to my left who were deeply engaged in a slightly overloud conversation. Of course it was impossible for me not to listen in.
As I shovelled a forkfull of peas into my mouth I heard:
'Did you use to smoke pot?'
'Of course. Didn't you?'
'Oh yes - all the time.'
Half a sausage later there was...
'...and the men were so attractive I was always jumping in and out of bed with somebody or other.'
'I was the same. The sex was very good.'
So I had fetched up sitting next to a couple of ex-junkie nymphomaniacs!
The thing I found most amusing was that their conversation also revealed that one of them was 81 and the other 78. Grannies aren't what they used to be.