Last Night on Earth

I went to see a charity performance of War Horse in the West End. (You should go and see it as well. It is extraordinary.)

On the way home - and well past midnight - I popped into the Tesco Express for the eggs, bread and milk I would need when I woke up. There was a dread-locked skateboarder in front of me in the queue buying two bottles of wine. I didn't even know there was such a thing as a 24 hour hour booze sale license, but it seems they've got one.

Progress over the last century?