It may put the fear of bejasus into the staid old geezers of Lewes (in fact I hope it does) but I'd show up there a lot more often if there was any chance of getting out of there (short of a lift) after 11.07. That's the ridiculous time of the last train. This must affect many, especially very young, people other than just me.

However, if I do arrive for some evening event somewhere, it's highly unlikely there's been time to eat beforehand. What's truly incomprehensible is that if your stuck out in a pub in the sticks at the end of the first decade of the 21st century there's still only a toss-up between a bag of crisps or at best Tom Paley stylee sandwiches in crackly paper, or else starve.

Is it any wonder that younger people are doing it for themselves, either at establishments with a more realistic attitude towards present-day lifestyles or away from the tired, 40-year-old set-up altogether.