26th May, 2009 - Modern Life is Rubbish

I am on the train, in first class again, travelling up to see my old boy in the hospital. It is Saturday, and I am considering having a glass of wine. How civilised is that – a mode of transport where you can have a wee alcoholic refreshment as you glide towards your destination. And no paranoia about the possibility of being over the limit in a few hours time for the return journey.

It is of course absolutely right that the powers that be have banned us from drink driving, and I personally am utterly paranoid about drinking even the night before I am due to drive, but I sometimes think the modern world – for all the right reasons – is missing something in these days where the leisurely lunch with a glass or two of good red, is taboo. Sometimes on a Friday, I think it would be nice to tuck into a plate of pasta and a bottle of chianti and drift leisurely into the weekend. But the commute home puts paid to that.