No, not Young Professionals meeting for a drink after
work, but dangerous addicts damaging their livers.
There are plenty of others you can add to the list fake charities: government funded lobbying organisations who produce endless "studies" supporting the ban of whatever their bee is in their bonnet; all in the name of "public health", whose policy-based evidence-making goes entirely unchallenged on the BBC.
And people turn on the radio, and hear some ghastly purse-lipped harridan, with a mouth like a dog's arsehole from Alcohol Concern spewing forth statistics about "middle class binge-drinking" (by which she means sharing a bottle or two of a weeknight evening) like so much vomit. As she sits there, unchallenged, calling for warning labels or more tax, or a minimum price of Alcohol or some such nanny-state fuss-bucketry, the people lisening feel put upon and oppressed, as the vague notion that the Government is going to make their few remaining pleasures more expensive, harder to get forms; even if nothing is happening.
These temperance bags of spite have already destroyed the working classes' social life by taking away their local boozer thanks to the smoking ban. Now they want to price the "squeezed middle" out of their chilled Chardonnay when they get in from work.
LEAVE PEOPLE BE, for pity's sake you fucking evil puritan cock-wombles. Leave us alone.