Picture this.
This evening, in a West London (Acton-Chiswick) pub, having a pint with some "old blokes" like me (some of them a lot younger - well, not that much younger in years, but in outlook...), who post-work drink professionally and socially and do a bit of Pool and deal-making (legit property development - squaring things with the planning people, the party wall stuff, which builders, painters and plasterers etc - all of them just Agamemnon & Clytemnestra to me) as they do so, when a group of young, well-educated, nice girl, total hotties and their young male squires walked in and brightened up the place instantly and enormously.
Me, to the little group of pool-playing 'oldies' about to "Harrumph!" into their Fosters: "Lovely kids, fellas. This pub- all pubs - needs them now. Remember when we were our kids' age....?"