Forty Six Bottles of Flipping Vodka

This news "story", put out by the SNP Scottish Government, is giving me a bad head, nausea, depression and a general sensitivity to light. Because, everyone drinking FORTY SIX bottles of VODKA sounds like a lot. Until you break it down. That's less than a bottle a week, which is a couple of stiff V&Ts per evening. Probably more than your po-faced doctor would order, and it wouldn't leave you safe to drive, but it's not going to have you shitting on the carpet, and then rolling around in it, exactly.

I usually get a bit of shopping at Sainsbury's when I go there to buy my paper of a morning. I usually get the makings of our dinner there, but not a bottle of wine to go with it, oh no, because that's not for sale until after 10am, 12.30pm on Sundays. Meanwhile in Dockhead St, the pubs are open at 9am. And I used to have a custom of getting a spiced rum (pay £1 extra for the double) whenever I passed through Glasgow Central Station, but that too has been knocked on the head: the SNP Government has made it unlawful to offer any sort of drinks promotion.

The latest thing is to give alcohol a minimum price, and put a stop to those £2.99 for 2 litres of alcoholic cider-flavoured piss. Anyone who drinks out of a plastic bottle is at least down on their luck if not in outright trouble. The drink's doing them no good at all, of course, but is the SNP offering alternatives? And this minimum price rule, by how much will it increase the price of a decentish Chablis? Fuck all, that's how much. Because if you can afford to drink decent stuff, then it's no one's business how much you put away, is it? Only the hard up get their wrists slapped and their pockets picked by fat-necked cocksuckers like Alex Salmond. The better off get their nice pink arses kissed.

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