Judging by the chance of getting a table in a pub or bar in the City on a weekday night, it would appear that Wednesday, Tuesday and even Monday are following suit. But, unless the whole of society is playing a cruel trick on me, nobody has yet been kind enough to abolish the working week. And that's the problem. Working hard, playing hard. But they still, It-girls excepted, have to go to work.
Horror stories abound.
Stuart Ranger, who works at a leading financial company, tells of a colleague who was woken by a lorry driver in a Tesco car park at 10.30 in the morning, with absolutely no idea of how he got there. As he was still wearing his grey pinstripe he thought he'd better get to work asap. He turned up at about 11am, still pissed and very grubby through sleeping in a car park. Then there was the young man at a major software company who turned up acting rather strangely one day, only for colleagues to realise that not only was he completely drunk, but he had absolutely no memory of getting into work. These, it is to be hoped, are one-offs.