I got on the train in Edinburgh about 12.30 on a Sunday, which is time for a lunchtime drink for many people, I suppose. I was joined by two young (in their 30s) women and the mother of one of them. These well-dressed, friendly, lovely women had gone to Edinburgh for the night and spent it in different bars, according to their phone conversations. Getting out their supplies and plastic glasses, they drank two bottles of wine between them in the first hour and then a can of premium lager each in the next 15 minutes. We all got off the train then (total journey an hour and twenty minutes) and their plan was to go drinking for the afternoon before going home to their families.
I have led a sheltered life, I know. #Gobsmacked.