Tuesday, 26 January 2016
Instructions for alcohol...
As Scrobs sips his way through a dismal January, he wonders why suddenly he is even more of a pariah than last year!
Why am I being told by a little white-coat from some backside like Oldham, that I need to stop the slurps for two days a week, and even then, cut the numbers of slurps! Why aren't I being told to do all this by some hugely-paid bureaucrat in Brussels? Something to do with the monks of Leffe maybe?
Surely, there is a large section of some glittering building somewhere in the EU, where huge payments are made to people to decide what to do with the results of an Excel spreadsheet, divided by the number of breweries and wine-lake administrators, and come up with a figure to scream at normal people like Scrobs and Mrs Scroblene.
Little politicians with huge salaries never realise that whatever they say creates a market, although they should understand, but hey, what the hell, they're paid by the state, so it doesn't matter does it! You only have to look at the globule worming scandal to see where they have got it so wrong, and lets all check the websites of fat companies who saw that one coming as soon as some creep with a few votes decided to try and make a difference, and failed...
So if you really want to be told how much wine you're allowed, start in December! Any takers? No, I thought not!