This asceticism sits strangely with New Labour's alcohol policy, which appears to have been devised in the Pig and Pineapple over several gallons of Malibu.
And, even if they were, the continental culture to which the government aspires is tarnished by reports that European drinking patterns can be pretty lethal too. Jean-Paul Sartre, sipping his whisky in a Paris cafe, may have been a proto-chav.
I think that the question of longer opening hours is quite a complex one. As I was at the bus stop last night after watching the Steelers-Jets game (a game full of ineptitude resluting in quite a dramatic finale) I had a great view of the downsides of UK city centre drinking. A bunch of lads engaging in a fight with the bouncers of Bar Risa. By the time the police turned up the group had moved on, although not fast enough. Besides the police found following the trail of blood easy.
Obviously I am predisposed to dismiss this problem because I want some places in this miserable city to open longer. I hate living in a city that shuts down so early. I guess I am just a nightowl at heart.
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