My generation’s social lives revolved around drinking too much, but I’m glad it’s not like that any more
The gym is to young people what dingy bars were to us. Photo posed: Getty
When I was growing up in the early 1990s, I counted down the days to turning 18 so that I could drink in the local hotspot – The Meeting Place.
It was the pub we all aspired to drink in as it was, as the name suggested, a great confluence of people – bikers, ravers, culchies, flaneurs, random toffs from the local private school, all thrown together in one packed venue.