The standard of street-drinking has slipped to an all time low in Moseley recently. Our resident alcoholics are looking less like your average wino, and more and more dapper, becoming more lucid than ever.
Gone are the days of bus-stopping, fist-waving, red-faced lunatics, stalking our high streets.
A new breed of sozzled urban crazy has made the leap to the 21st century. Not content with the odd ten pence and bewildering grunted conversations, now they want twenty pounds for a nice bottle of Chardonnay. And they appear to have taken elocution lessons too.
If they’ve made the effort, shouldn’t we ?