Showing posts with label Hooch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hooch. Show all posts

Thursday, May 06, 2010

A Unique Moment In Our National Life

It's easy to be cynical right now, but let's not forget what an opportunity we have here. We have the chance to go into work tomorrow late and a physical wreck and still claim the moral high ground.

Yes, indeed. Some of us are aiming to get so caught up in the drama of it all, we feel it's our civic duty to stay up and watch the results come in from Fulchester South at 6 AM. If that unfortunately means we spend the whole of Friday with what appears to be a massive hangover, then that is just the price of democracy, and holding elections on the same day as Wetherspoons Curry Night. It's our democratic right, so stand tall, stand proud and don't forget the breath mints.

Besides, with Lord Snooty on course for a 55 seat majority, we'll all need a drink, so you're just being pro-active.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Neo-Prohibitionists: Most Of Us Take Ten Pints To Get That Stupid

Yep, once was bad enough but now I guess we can safely write Tesco off as having turned fully to the dark side

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Neo-Prohibitionists Not Getting Any Smarter

I've never been particularly worried by Tesco's alleged death grip on British retail. No matter how powerful companies are, they manage to self-destruct sooner or later. In fact, Tesco appears to be going for 'sooner':
Parents shopping with their own children are being refused alcohol by over-zealous supermarket staff - for fear they are supplying drink to minors.

Workers have been told not to serve adults accompanied by children in the latest crack-down on underage drinking.

However diligent shop staff are applying the letter of the law and refusing to serve parents who are on weekly shopping trips with their children.
Well, quite. I guess parents are meant to make a special trip, just to buy their booze.Or they could, just as a last resort, tell Tesco to shove it and shop at Asda. Hell, I don't even have any kids, and I want to tell this bunch of snivelling weasels where they can stick their prohibitionist-fluffing lunacy.