Whilst enjoying a few cans of refreshing Grolsch lager over the weekend, I noticed this symbol on the side. I presumed it meant that Grolsch wasn't a beer to be enjoyed by heavy metal fans who modelled themselves on Mr Greedy with severe backache. I then had it explained to me that it means 'lay-deez, don't drink it if you're up the stick'. Surely if you're sexually active and mature enough to get yourself pregnant then you should already know that drinking copious amounts of mid-strength Dutch beer is detrimental to the unborn baby's health? Or am I being very old-fashioned? I also notice that the silhouette, handily, already has a Croydon facelift.
It's health and safety gawn mad. And that's coming from a H&S officer.
Anyway, on an unrelated note, I've just been out clearing mine and some neighbours' drives and pathways of snow and putting salt down. I don't believe in the afterlife, but just in case it does exist I reckon I've put a few points in the bank this morning. I'm bloody great , me.
Doh!* I promised myself that I wasn't going to blog about snow. Bah!
*That's a Peter Glaze 'doh!', not a Homer Simpson one, because I'm British.
