It's just a jump to the left wing...

Today I went back to work: the early start came as a shock to me, but I found energy drink 3 for £1 at poundland which rectified my tiredness. Work was fairly busy today, so it went pretty quickly. There were no annoying customers, so todays anger came courtesy of the Daily Record from the other day that was sitting in the staff room at my break. It was the general tabloid concoction of celebrity worship and 1970's working class opinions on everything else. One reader had written in about how the government needs to keep doing more to prevent extreme alcohol consumption, irked into writing their letter by the abhorrent sight of a cider advert on tv. Thus came the same old statements about cheap booze and underage drinking etc, etc.To say cheap alcohol encourages teenagers to drink is irrelevant; if they're under 18 they can't buy it, and if someone else buys them it they're breaking the law. Raising the prices will also make no difference because these teens 95% of the time live on "pocket money"; they have no bills or monetary responsibilities so the only people who lose out will be the adults who live on a budget. Moving on to the points of the dangers of heavy drinking, surely people old enough to buy alcohol are also old enough to make their own choices. I like drinking alcohol at parties or at the pub, and I'm totally aware that if I go out three nights a week getting totally wasted, there will be consequences in the future. Educating people on this is fine, just so people are aware of what they are risking its their choice, but constantly nannying people is ridiculous, like putting the biscuits on the top shelf so the kids don't eat too many and get sick, people are trying to make alcohol harder for grown adults to acquire for the same reason. It's ridiculous, and at what point will the nanny culture end? Already smokers are becoming a seperate race to the ordinary humans, along with fat people and whatever else will become a sub-human offence in coming years. Will the day come that you go to the registry office getting married, but before you sign you have to sit with an official for half an hour discussing whether you REALLY want to get married; are they the right one? And any potential downsides to the choice you've made. Will we have to claim our car keys off of a local authority, after being questioned on how far we need to go, considering that perhaps we could walk, cycle or take the bus. What people do is their choice; if you let them know the possible consequences, then only they can decide if its worth the risk and they deal with what happens as a result. Once this tantrum passed I went home where after relaxing for a while I had to search the Drum Woods for my brother in the rain because he'd gone off with friends totally losing track of time and apparently space, as he was well beyond the fair boundaries he was given by the parents. Lastly I watched Rocky Horror Picture Show, a movie which I think gets stranger and more entertaining each time I watch it. Naturally song of the day is Time Warp, the quintessential track from the movie. I'm pretty chuffed with myself for the title I just came up with for this as well.