I’m sick of glugging pints – the humble half is far more chic

I wanted to sleep, not to socialise, which is why I decided to order that half-pint (Picture: Esme Craig)

I’ll have a half’, I said pointing to the lager tap in front of me and smiling at the bartender.

It was a Tuesday evening, and after-work drinks were in full-swing, though I was more than ready to say my goodbyes. 

I wanted to sleep, not to socialise, which is why I decided to order that half-pint; it was relatively cheap, cheerful, and could allow me to head home in a matter of minutes.

That, however, was not why I o...