At last, it seems we are on the cusp of having sensible drinking hours in this country. We don’t need pubs to stay open 24 hours a day, and in 95% of cases I bet they won’t anyway. But how nice that we will be able to go for a meal, or watch a film, then go for a drink afterwards without it being snatched out of our hands by 11.20pm. We might even – shock! horror! – be able to meet up with friends later in the evening and not have proceedings cut short by drinking laws that treat us all like children.
And maybe, just maybe, over time this nation will be weened off the idea that you have to down drinks as quickly as possible before being thrown out onto the streets at exactly the same time as hundreds of other people, all competing for the same train seats, buses and taxis. It’s almost. . . civilised.