Oh no it isn’t. Oh yes it is. It’s a WouldLikeToEat 2010 Budget-Day special.
In news that was hard for some to swallow, that some said was rotten to the core and which I found perry distressing (no more awful puns, I promise) Darling shocked and appalled all sides of the Commons when he declared: “”There is a long-standing anomaly which has meant cider has been under-taxed in comparison to other alcoholic drinks. I intend to correct this. So duty on cider will increase by 10% above inflation from midnight on Sunday.”
Brits are famed for their love of cider. We make and drink the most in all of the world. Drinking scrumpy with barbeques on the beach is unadulterated bliss. There is simply nothing finer in life…
…well, almost. For there is K. The cult-drink that is filthier than even your frosty jacks, your white lightnings and your diamond whites. Four cans of K (which would set you back no more than about £3.50) contain more units than women are supposed to drink in a whole WEEK.
Filthy filthy filth. It is unashamedly grim and whenever I see anyone drinking it – I once saw a sharp-dressed man sipping it at about 7am! – I have to smirk a wry smile. I have heard crazed reports of K-cocktails (K and Tennets Super or K and Special Brew) but I fear that this would induce hysteria/death… no a can or two of K is more than I can handle these days.
So there we have it. We have until Sunday to stock up on K. Or as I like to call it “Good times in a tin”.