To those of you under 21, look away now, as this article concerns drinking. Of course we all know you are responsible college students who wouldn’t dream of abusing your newfound freedom by touching alcohol so long as it remains illegal to you.
For everyone older and wiser, I wish to tell you what a wonder it is to drink in London. Quite simply it is the bee’s knees, the dog’s bullocks and other colloquial turns of phrase which will make less and less sense to you.
Now to the admittedly small group of you who know me, you know I am not much of a drinker. I mean yes, I’ve gone out on a Thursday before, mind you, but only when I haven’t had class the next day.
But I am here to tell those of you crawling along the Turnpike on weekends, slipping from one noisy, poorly lit bar to another that you really ought to come here. It’s loads more fun, and safer to boot.