Worried about losing your job?
Worried about the fall of the value of your savings due to inflation?
Worried about your investments dropping through the stock market floor?
Worried that you can’t afford to heat your home this winter, AND eat?
Worried that you’re going to fry due to Global Warming? (No actually. I just put that in to placate the warmists).
Worried that the nation can’t defend itself due to the defence cuts?
These pale into insignificance if you’re the PRIME MINISTER of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE FROM PLASTIC BAGS, FFS.
Britain’s biggest supermarkets are today given an ultimatum by the Prime Minister: Radically reduce the number of plastic bags you hand out by choice, or I will force you to by law.
I was going to call him an idiot, but that would be a slur on idiots. He is below idiot level. (Is a cretin lower than an idiot?)
The Prime Minister says it is ‘unacceptable’ that the number of single-use carrier bags rose last year by 333million – a 5 per cent increase from the previous year. Environmental campaigners say the bags, used for only 20 minutes on average, take up to 1,000 years to degrade.
Well I for one, applaud the carrier bag manufacturers for increasing their sales by 5%. I sure other businesses would love that growth.
Who says that carrier bags are only used once? Where do they get those figures? I for one use the same carrier bag many times whilst trudging up to the local shop to replenish the whisky stocks. (Without which, this post would not be written. You can’t really believe the drivel I write on this blog can be done sober, can you?).
Who knows that they can last 1,000 years? Are there teams of archaeologists digging up old Roman carrier bags, whilst we speak? When is the exhibition going to be held in the British museum? Are we going to see a 500 year old plastic bag going for mega bucks on the antiques road show?
Mr Camermong. You should be trying to run the country, not sucking up to the Daily Mail, and trying to garner votes from those of a so called green persuasion.
* Trudges of into the other room to pour out another whisky*