Take an average Friday evening. Mr Britain returns home from work. It's been a long day since he had to work through his lunchbreak, but at least now he can come home and relax for a moment. As soon as he's out of this traffic jam. Bursting through the front door, Mr Britain notices the clock - 6:30pm, damn - he's going to be late. "Evening darling, how was work?" asks Mrs Britain, herself still in her office jacket and skirt."Ah it was okay dear," replies Mr Britain, pecking her on the cheek whilst treading on his own feet in an attempt to take off his shoes without bending over "Terrible accident on my way home - traffic was backed up for miles!""Poor guy, must have been in a hurry to get home. Well I've made lasagne for us all tonight. It'll be ready in half an hour.""Oh hun, it's Alan's leaving do!""Oh. Oh right sorry I completely forgot - what time does it start?""I've gotta be at the Rat and Squirrel for 8." Mr Britain grabs a piece of bread out the fridge and spreads it feebly with butter and jam."So I guess it's just me and the kids tonight for dinner then.""You could come with me, I'm sure we can ask Janice to babysit?""I'm not sure. I've had such a long day - these shifts are killing me."Mr Britain runs up the stairs, jammy crumbs round his lips. "You've gotta ask your both to cut you thum thlack"."Dear, I wish you wouldn't speak with your mouthful!"A slam of the bathroom door. Within 15 minutes, Mr Britain emerges from the house, wet haired and clean of shirt. Normally he'd walk to the pub but time is ticking away. He leaps into his car - got to get it fixed but the garage is only open for half the day on Saturdays. After three attempts, the engine starts. Mr Britain's Mondeo swings out the drive and towards town. Quick, park, park, park. Get money - £40, that should be more than enough for a big night out. He lights a cigarette.Enter pub, 15 minutes late."Where you been you tosser?" asks Jim, demolishing his second pint of the night. "What's your poison?""Pint please Jim".They proceed to drink an inhuman amount of alcohol. Two and a half hours and several trips to the toilet later, Mr Britain, Jim and Alan are sitting around in the half-light."I'm going to have to take your drinks away from you gents, if you don't finish them" threatens the barman."Aw come on" says Jim "It's not even 11.15 yet!"They emerge from the pub. The people of the town are spilling onto the street in differing states of inebriation. A fight breaks out up the road."What do you wanna do now?" asks Alan."Dunno mate, I'm pretty pissed" replies Mr Britain, his body still becoming acquired to the third pint he drank, let alone the sixth. "I'm starving too. Haven't eaten all day.""I've got some gear if you fancy a cheeky spliff?""How old are you, 16? Come on!"They go to Bodrums and grab a kebab, then Mr Britain drives them home. Must get that gearbox fixed. Got to stop doing this. When he gets home, Mrs Britain is asleep in her work clothes on the sofa, getting prepared for the early Saturday shift.
The problem with Britain, and it's a topical one - the fact that we're rushing ALL THE TIME. We get up and rush at a breakneck speed to get to work. In fact the first couple of hours of the day are the most stressful - no matter what way you look at it. Shifts get longer and longer on either side of the day (and often in the middle too!), so we start before 8, work through lunch and onward till 6 - any less is just not team playing. Of course the daily commute only adds to the time, stress and cost of our lifestyles. Britain has the longest working hours in Europe, and that's nothing to be proud about.Not only do we have the longest working hours, but also some of the earliest closing times. By 11.15pm the British populace are expected to be at home and tucked up in bed. If you're up past midnight, you're a rebel or a ne'er do well or a druggist. We rush to the pub with barely a scrap of food in our stomachs then proceed to cram as much alcohol down our necks within the measly amount of time between getting to the pub and closing time.Our social lives suffer too. In Europe and America, people generally have time for a sit down dinner and a coffee before leisurely leaving to go out and enjoying their evenings (about this time exact time, we're rolling home pissed out our trees). Notice how families in Europe stick together? It's because they, believe it or not, talk to each other every day at the dinner table. This is sociable living. In Britain we need pubs because they're the only places that will serve us enough alcohol in such a short time. In Europe I noticed that many people hardly ever visit the pub when they go out - they don't need to.If we're lucky to get out of our work clothes before flopping down on the sofa, there's little point in dressing up. Perhaps this is why so many people opt for the tracksuit and t-shirt school of fashion in their leisuretime that the British are infamous for their lack of dress sense.Also, if we're required to work till 6pm, then why do the shops close at 5pm?! What's up with that? Even in the smallest French towns the shops will stay open quite a bit longer than they do in the UK. To make up for these later hours, shop employees will get a longer lunch break or they will employ part time staff (more jobs for more people).It just makes more sense. British people are expected to work futuristic hours in traditional medieval living conditions. All these twats in the Mail complaining that 24-hr "drinking" will mean that the "little people who must be controlled" will end up drowning themselves in booze. If anything, this is what we are already doing - pickling our livers with a short sharp shock of boozeflow.
Concentrated boozing + lack of anything to do = fighting and unruly behaviour.
Long working hours + Shorter opening hours = more rushing about and less social human contact (like eating dinner with one's family).
24-hour licensing laws are coming all too slowly. We need to snap out of clinging to stupid regulations that were invented during the war and start living a little. This is the 21st century and I'm tired of being treated like some kind of mechanoid baby that needs to be told when to go to bed despite having to work nigh-on round the clock.
― dog latin (dog latin), Thursday, 13 October 2005 12:33 (twenty years ago)
― tissp! (the impossible shortest specia), Thursday, 13 October 2005 12:46 (twenty years ago)
― Sociah T Azzahole (blueski), Thursday, 13 October 2005 12:47 (twenty years ago)
tis why i won't leave work til 7.
― not-goodwin (not-goodwin), Thursday, 13 October 2005 12:49 (twenty years ago)
― Lovelace (Lovelace), Thursday, 13 October 2005 12:55 (twenty years ago)
ha, ha
― one eye white, one eye black (FE7), Thursday, 13 October 2005 13:06 (twenty years ago)
we-ell, you know: protestant reformation/failure to have french revolution and conventional bourgeois democracy/failure to go over to fascism.
― N_RQ, Thursday, 13 October 2005 13:09 (twenty years ago)
If anything my rant is pro-Europe. I agree we are physically part of Europe but there are a lot of people in Britain who would like to think that this little mud slat in the middle of the Atlantic is a continent unto itself.
― dog latin (dog latin), Thursday, 13 October 2005 13:16 (twenty years ago)
― N_RQ, Thursday, 13 October 2005 13:18 (twenty years ago)
― dog latin (dog latin), Thursday, 13 October 2005 13:21 (twenty years ago)
Care!
― dog latin (dog latin), Thursday, 13 October 2005 13:24 (twenty years ago)
i knew this was a doglatin thread after about 3 paragraphs (and noticing how little my scroll bar has gone down)
― ken c (ken c), Thursday, 13 October 2005 13:29 (twenty years ago)
― chap who would dare to kill all the threads (chap), Thursday, 13 October 2005 13:33 (twenty years ago)
do you work in the pub?
― dog latin (dog latin), Thursday, 13 October 2005 13:37 (twenty years ago)
― g-kit (g-kit), Thursday, 13 October 2005 13:38 (twenty years ago)
― ken c (ken c), Thursday, 13 October 2005 13:40 (twenty years ago)
― ken c (ken c), Thursday, 13 October 2005 13:42 (twenty years ago)
― dog latin (dog latin), Thursday, 13 October 2005 14:18 (twenty years ago)
*this is a lazy, sweeping generalisation. You know who I'm talking about, though.
― tissp! (the impossible shortest specia), Thursday, 13 October 2005 14:21 (twenty years ago)
― ken c (ken c), Thursday, 13 October 2005 14:22 (twenty years ago)
― tissp! (the impossible shortest specia), Thursday, 13 October 2005 14:22 (twenty years ago)
― ken c (ken c), Thursday, 13 October 2005 14:23 (twenty years ago)
― dog latin (dog latin), Thursday, 13 October 2005 14:24 (twenty years ago)
My experience of Hitchin is merely passing through it on the train. A lot of kids with skateboards, sez me.
― tissp! (the impossible shortest specia), Thursday, 13 October 2005 14:29 (twenty years ago)
Maybe DL could POST THE PICTURE AGAIN.
― Sick Mouthy (Nick Southall), Thursday, 13 October 2005 14:32 (twenty years ago)
POST PIX KTHX
― N_RQ, Thursday, 13 October 2005 14:35 (twenty years ago)
it's all like ingrained in british culture and drinking and fighting go back long long way shakespeare n all y'know and 24 hour drinking isn't going to make a blind bit of difference one way or another and all the towns that are going to get slightly more horrible were so horrible anyway so who gives a fck?
― barbarian cities (jaybob3005), Thursday, 13 October 2005 14:45 (twenty years ago)
Tissp!, posh accents that suddenly go all cockney and skateboarding are exactly what make Hitchin what it is today.
― dog latin (dog latin), Thursday, 13 October 2005 14:53 (twenty years ago)
― Sick Mouthy (Nick Southall), Thursday, 13 October 2005 14:56 (twenty years ago)
― N_)RQ, Thursday, 13 October 2005 14:56 (twenty years ago)
― tissp! (the impossible shortest specia), Thursday, 13 October 2005 14:57 (twenty years ago)
It might be like that in Hitchin, but it's very easy in London to find pubs open til 1 or 2 or 3am at the weekend. And there's always clubs open until stupid o'clock in the morning.
We rush to the pub with barely a scrap of food in our stomachs then proceed to cram as much alcohol down our necks within the measly amount of time between getting to the pub and closing time.
People only go to the pub early if it's midweek after work. Not many people would race down the pub at 5pm without food on a Saturday. And loads of pubs serve food nowadays. And people could always go to a restaurant and eat (and drink) there.
Our social lives suffer too. In Europe and America, people generally have time for a sit down dinner and a coffee before leisurely leaving to go out and enjoying their evenings (about this time exact time, we're rolling home pissed out our trees). Notice how families in Europe stick together? It's because they, believe it or not, talk to each other every day at the dinner table. This is sociable living.
This is a bit of an oversimplification. A lot of southern European countries are very socially conservative compared to Britain for various reasons (the power of the Catholic church, relatively recent urbanisation, facist dictatorships). Families don't just have meals together, they stick together forever. When I lived in Italy it wasn't considered remotely unusual for a 30-year-old man to still live with his parents, having never washed his clothes or cooked a meal in his life. Also, the bars are pretty much deserted until 10 or 11 at night - but what use is that on a week night if you've got work the next morning?
In Britain we need pubs because they're the only places that will serve us enough alcohol in such a short time. In Europe I noticed that many people hardly ever visit the pub when they go out - they don't need to.
Different countries in Europe have different tastes / cultures. We like getting pissed. A lot.
Also, if we're required to work till 6pm, then why do the shops close at 5pm?! What's up with that? Even in the smallest French towns the shops will stay open quite a bit longer than they do in the UK. To make up for these later hours, shop employees will get a longer lunch break or they will employ part time staff (more jobs for more people).
Hmmmm. To use Italy as the example again, I found it incredibly frustrating. The shops would open at 9 or 9.30, once everyone was at work, they would then close for lunch from about 12.30-3 at precisely the time everyone had their lunchbreaks. They would then reopen just as everyone went back to work, and close again at 7 when everyone finished work. When I first went there (1998) this was true even for big supermarkets. At least in this country nothing closes for lunch, and things are open on Sundays, and there are 24 hour shops and garages.
― Teh HoBB (the pirate king), Thursday, 13 October 2005 15:19 (twenty years ago)
― Sociah T Azzahole (blueski), Thursday, 13 October 2005 15:23 (twenty years ago)
― tissp! (the impossible shortest specia), Thursday, 13 October 2005 15:23 (twenty years ago)
― Sociah T Azzahole (blueski), Thursday, 13 October 2005 15:26 (twenty years ago)
― Teh HoBB (the pirate king), Thursday, 13 October 2005 15:26 (twenty years ago)
― tissp! (the impossible shortest specia), Thursday, 13 October 2005 15:27 (twenty years ago)
― ken c (ken c), Thursday, 13 October 2005 15:34 (twenty years ago)
― Sociah T Azzahole (blueski), Thursday, 13 October 2005 15:37 (twenty years ago)
.........as an american, this statement baffles me. now, im a college student, so i try to do as little as possible, but growing up my family rarely even had a sit down dinner, even though i suppose there was time.
― JD from CDepot, Thursday, 13 October 2005 16:02 (twenty years ago)
London, Schmondon. Sorry, but you can't talk about Britain and only refer to London. London's a cosmopolitan city and lives in its own microcosm.
But I'm talking about going to the pub at a reasonable time like 9pm (or even ten). English eating habits accomodate that many families eat their dinners as early as five in the afternoon. Growing up in England under a French upbringing we would hardly ever eat before 8pm and when I went to friends' houses I couldn't believe they ate so early on.Don't you agree that it's a shame that you can't really go out for a meal and then go for a drink? You have to do one or the either and then home by 11.15?
Yes this is mostly true, particularly in Catholic countries. Still even non-religious families in France tend to have one sit down meal a day. TV-dinners are a very British invention. And also, I may have work in the morning but I really don't like to think I HAVE to go home to bed at 11.15. I'm not talking about wanting to go home at 5am every night but it would be nice to have the choice.
Same as licensing laws that say we can't buy alcohol in shops before 11am - what the SHIT is that about then? Why the fuck not? If I want to drink for 24 hours straight then I could very easily, except I don't because, well I don't. And even the most hardened alcholic eventually leaves a pub.
True, true but still the shops do close at 5.30 here and that's before anyone's out of work, innit? I'm not tlaking about closing the 24hr garages or anything like that, but surely it wouldn't hurt to extend shop licenses too?
― dog latin (dog latin), Thursday, 13 October 2005 16:06 (twenty years ago)
― Teh HoBB (the pirate king), Thursday, 13 October 2005 16:14 (twenty years ago)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/jamiefake/Picture17.jpg
― Teh HoBB (the pirate king), Thursday, 13 October 2005 21:17 (twenty years ago)
― grimly fiendish (grimlord), Thursday, 13 October 2005 21:28 (twenty years ago)
And yes, what Grimly said.
― ailsa (ailsa), Thursday, 13 October 2005 21:59 (twenty years ago)
― ledge (ledge), Thursday, 13 October 2005 22:12 (twenty years ago)
― richardk (Richard K), Thursday, 13 October 2005 22:14 (twenty years ago)
― Teh HoBB (the pirate king), Friday, 14 October 2005 06:57 (twenty years ago)
Well, to get geographical on your ass, we are separate from Europe, I find it rather annoying that other Europeans can't quite grasp the significance of this
― Dadaismus (Dada), Friday, 14 October 2005 07:57 (twenty years ago)
― Sociah T Azzahole (blueski), Friday, 14 October 2005 08:01 (twenty years ago)
― Dadaismus (Dada), Friday, 14 October 2005 08:05 (twenty years ago)
― Dadaismus (Dada), Friday, 14 October 2005 08:20 (twenty years ago)
― Marcello Carlin (nostudium), Friday, 14 October 2005 08:23 (twenty years ago)
― Dadaismus (Dada), Friday, 14 October 2005 08:25 (twenty years ago)
― Marcello Carlin (nostudium), Friday, 14 October 2005 08:26 (twenty years ago)
― tissp! (the impossible shortest specia), Friday, 14 October 2005 08:54 (twenty years ago)
If I want to sit in and drink super tennants in the day I will, no ones going to fucking tell me jack.
― ken c (ken c), Friday, 14 October 2005 10:13 (twenty years ago)
― grimly fiendish (grimlord), Friday, 14 October 2005 13:35 (twenty years ago)