I like to think there was a time when Britain was normal. I can’t imagine it ever was, but at least people didn’t queue in pubs. These days that’s exactly what’s happening: drinkers standing in single file up to the bar as if they’re waiting for a terrible coffee in Pret, or are eagerly waiting to place their order for a medium-hot half chicken at their local Nando’s.
It’s been going on for a while now. Others have commented, questioning why and how humanity fell to such delinquency. Until now, I’ve been holding my tongue, because I didn’t really believe it was such an issue. Maybe people queue for airport bars or in a Swindon TravelLodge, possibly at gigs at large concert venues, but not in everyday boozers or London bars?
