There is now something old-fashioned, archaic even, about people queuing outside banks, waiting for them to open. There is also something slightly perverse about an era where you can buy tupperware/tanning lotion/WD40/pesto/a suit/children’s toys/consumer electronics/avocados at any time of the day or night, and at any time of the year, in a quick visit to your local hyper-conglomerate-mart. Something seems to have got inverted somewhere out there.