I note there are mixed opinions on proposals in today's Queen's Speech to restrict (or not restrict) the sale of alcohol, but I can't help feeling that our legislators have absolutely no idea of what goes down (quite literally) on the streets. The view that a gag on sales promotion will solve society's booze-related ills can only be described as Rose Tinted (sorry I can't do the acute accent on Rose - but hopefully you get the bad joke). Just one example: a couple of weeks ago I went to the Hearts v Celtic game at Tynecastle. Well before kick-off hundreds of (mainly) visiting fans were thronging the small shopping arcades on the western approaches to the ground. Thirst-demented grown-ups were falling over one another to escape tiny crowded licensed stores, already pressing their bottles of Buckie to their lips, ringing tills singing in their ears. Others lined the sidewalks and shopfronts, chanting, leering, jeering and cheering (variously, according to the colour of the passing objects of their attention), merrily getting merrier by the minute, and this well before noon. It didn't take Inspector Rebus and his breathalyser to know that most of this lot were well over the limit, and - a fair few - well up for trouble. I can't say I saw any, and in general it's a sight I've witnessed many times down the years, yet for most people I'm sure it's an unacceptable display of antisocial and intimidating behaviour. But quite how banning bogofs and happy hours would impact here, I fail to understand.