Why the Woke are the new Victorians

The age of the dandy is giving way to that of the prig

In my first ever job it was quite common for the whole office to go out together and drink three pints at lunchtime. We did this maybe twice a week or more. Sometimes we’d drink more and stumble back, trying to hammer out a coherent sentence on the keyboard. Turning up to work smelling strongly of alcohol was barely commented on. Even falling asleep in …