drunks

I take another glance at the unwarranted queue at the bar and breathe a heavy sigh at the thought of queuing twenty minutes for a bog standard lager served in a plastic cup. And then, it happens. I reach into my pocket and remove the packet of fruit flavoured ant-acid tablets.
We've all done it - had a couple of drinks too many and fallen asleep. But not like this drunk Russian chap. This is just
This ditched tax, along with the proposed 'fat tax' and 'bedroom tax' will only hit the poor. Those former members of the Bullingdon Club wouldn't notice a hitch in wine prices but the little old lady on a fixed income who likes a sherry before dinner and the dwindling few who pop into the pub on the way home from work would have shouldered this tax.
Families were disgusted to see more than 2000 drunken Cambridge University students stripping off, vomiting and drinking