It was kinda a tradition. To sit down and relax with a glass of something strong, a duvet to snuggle under and the remote control. Now I find out this: …If we’re not whooping it up and dodging strangers’ saliva in someone’s nasty flat as Big Ben bongs, we feel consigned to the socio-economic sector that picks its spots in its anorak in front of Jools Holland’s Hootenanny - which I recently found out, to my naive disappointment, is filmed much earlier in the day, even though they’ve got a great big clock and all the celebrities cheer at pretend-midnight.