CASUAL outdoor drinkers have gone inside and left the hardcore to continue through the winter months.
Vagrants, teenagers and smokers are glad to see the back of fair-weather drinkers who treat al fresco boozing like a game.
Bill McKay of Brighton said: “Drinking outside isn’t some light, frothy summertime jape.
“I don’t spend all day on a park bench to look at the fucking ducks. I do it because I’m barred from every pub within five miles and the hostel’s kicked me out.
“This is my office, this is my working day, and they come here with their prosecco and their vest tops and their bulgur wheat salad as if it’s all such a laugh.
“Meanwhile I’ve got six litres of Frosty Jack to finish to a 5pm deadline.”
Street drinker Wayne Hayes agreed: “They sit outside these cafes like they own the pavement all summer, but a tiny 15-degree drop in temperature and they vanish.
“Piss off inside the lot of you. But leave what’s left of your drinks, I’ll deal with them.”
