I live in a town where the average bar’s last call occurs round 1:30. 1:30! I mean c’mon! How am I supposed to go on a series of alcohol fueled comedic adventures, get in fights, and discover the true meaning of Christmas with only 3 hours of drinkin’? Pathetic. Thankfully, the U.K. has heard my pleas and is tempting me to emigrate with the announcement that pubs can now apply for 24 hour licenses. Awesome!