Rolling in the aisles
Let me play devil’s advocate. What enjoyment does a 21-year-old mother of three living on a sink estate get? The only enjoyment sometimes they get is having ten Bacardi Breezers, getting on a bus, vomiting, and abusing the other passengers.
This is going to disappear faster than one of David Blunkett’s girlfriends.
Posted on October 30th, 2005 at 10:11 pm
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No, you’re missing the point. Chucking up on buses after 10 bacardi Breezers isn’t to be a Prohibited Act. If however Sharron gets on the bus clutching a Bacardi Breezer, takes a swig and then decorates the seat in front, she will be carted away and locked up for a very long time indeed.
Quite right too. It’s a law they have in Glasgow where it is clearly an outragous success. So much so that you often have to walk 10 metres now before finding those all important 24 hour licenced grocers.
You’re completely right. Transpose “having ten Bacardi Breezers” and “getting on a bus”.