Don't get me started.
Half the country is threatened with a hose pipe ban, but you can rest assured that their bleedin' "Dipper well" is merrirly pouring gallons of the much sought after ambrosia down the plug hole every minute, in every store.
How fab. Should I wake up in the morning and evince a desire to drink half a pint of luke-warm milk served up by some stuttering Patagonian could somebody please whack an ice pick into my ear? Thanks. We can call it Assisted Suicide. My lawyers will meet the fees and deal with any hassle from the filth.