WHEN my grandfather spoke of “the social democracy” it was as if it was both a thing, an institution, but also a state of being. And he lived it as a set of values.There was the temperance thing. Coming from an extensive Scottish family with his brothers addicted to and dying of alcoholism, he had a sense of the pub trade as a plot by the capitalist class to dull the imagination of the workers coupled with a notion of avaricious Tory brewers addicted to profit.