You didn't really have alcohol at home though, and most people had nothing in, other than spirits or sherry, bought for Christmas.
The only place to buy it was expensive off licenses - or of course make your own, which was fairly common.
And wine in pubs was dire - I never did know what to drink, not liking either sweet fizzy drinks or beer, particularly. I settled on dry Martini with lemonade...
I remember when the local Sainsburys opened a (separate, next door) wine store, it was so exciting
And now, pubs are so incredibly expensive - a large glass of wine is more than I pay for a whole bottle
- plus the increased awareness of drink + driving means people are far more inclined to buy drink to have at home.
It's all just down to availability and pure greed, both food and drink.
You never used to see
anyone eating in the street, and certainly not at 11 in the morning.
But in Farnborough, where I worked, there would be mothers with toddlers - in pushchairs, not walking (too much trouble) - with a bag of chips at that time
Bb and I once witnessed a mother literally force-feeding a baby - not walking age, 10-11 months? - a burger, broken into pieces (a full-sized Burger King job)...honestly I had to walk out before I embarrassed myself
Burger joints are not really places I go to, but I'm sure it happens all the time
Oh, and it's not just here. You should have seeeeeen the Russian (we think) woman in Tunisia, with a small (2-3) boy, piling his plate at every meal, him trying to stop eating or refuse, and her pushing and pushing the food at him. And yes she was fat, and he most definitely getting there - 3 frankfurters, 3 tablespoons of scrambled egg, 2 croissants, a bread roll, ham and cheese, 2 big glasses of orange juice - is not a suitable breakfast for a child
Can you tell it makes me cross - and sad