When I was 20 years old, I did not drink but when I started drinking in my twenties, I got drunk, although I never set out to drink myself into oblivion. I often did so but it was an accidental consequence. There is no doubt that huge numbers of young people of 15 and 16 years now set out to drink themselves into oblivion. That is terrifying. I say this as a card-carrying hedonist. I believe in all the pleasures of life but what is the point of going out to have a good time if one cannot remember what happened the following day? Young women, allegedly, are turning up at family planning clinics looking for the morning after pill because they might or might not have had sex the night before. What is the point of having sex if they cannot even remember it the following day? I do not mean to be flippant but it is a statement of determination to head for oblivion.