Clacton-On-Sea the new Ibiza?

So Tony & co have authorized the relaxation on alcohol licensing making the 24hour drinking dream of Britain's 'lad' culture a sad and desperate reality. So what does this mean at ground level? Well if you have ever been to the Iberian Peninsular, one of the Balearic Islands, the Canary Islands or any other destination where the detritus of Britain festers in its much-loathed yet seemingly de rigeur estival pits of sour sweat, hair gel, Kappa t-shirts and greasy chips, then you know that when they emerge at night the most dire display of humanity since...well since colonialism occurs, this may include anything from wall-to-wall vomitting to cheap clubs and even cheaper laughs, and to top it all off there are the many, many instances of Shazza and Gazza (that's Sharon and Gary in usual tongue) rutting like rabid dogs in semi-dark corners, showing about as much respect for the people who actually live in those places as they would for a coil of steaming dog shit in the side alley of their housing estate back home. Of course your average English town like Slough, Braintree, Clacton or Basingstoke lacks the benign climate and exotic fizz of the summer destinations mentioned above but essentially these new government laws will incite much the same thing. Well done Tony, I'm so glad you're hell-bent on defending 'our way of life'.
(Photo courtesy of Ginte)