There is a good article about the forced demise of the British pub in the FT today. https://www.ft.com/content/ac5acf54-af66-4996-9d17-85f6001a0cd1
Even tinsel-drinkers (those odd types which you only encounter in December, acting daft at the bar - wearing a silly jumper and antlers) will miss the pub when it has gone. And our society will be immeasurably poorer for their passing.
A wiser brewer than me once said - 'the pub is the only place in which an aggressive eighteen year old wannabe delinquent and an eighty year old ex-desert rat can bond over a pint, some sport and a chat. And both will learn from each other.' They'll go their separate ways.
'But, when one considers doing harm to the other, whether by some teenage idiocy or at the ballot box, they may pause, and remember that pub moment.' 'Of course, they might not.' 'Sup up, it's your round.'
The mighty Chris Moss (Wychwood founder and all round legend), in the pub, c1994.