The fiercest debates happen in pubs, don’t they? Tongues loosened by too many lagers, we’re much more likely to ram our opinions down the throats of friends, who may glance at each other and raise an eyebrow as they think: bloody hell, she’s at it again. I’ve actually been told by close friends to not bring up certain topics in certain environments, for fear one Sambuca shot too many will send me spiralling into a squabble so ferocious I’ll end the night walking home alone, wondering what went wrong. (It’s happened, I’m ashamed to say).