Mixing Your Messages

On Sunday the Observer reported at length the tale of one of its reporters out on the booze in Reading, which, I suppose, is one way to dull the pain of being in Reading, and how they were each sold 32 units of alcohol (the equivalent of a large bottle of whiskey each) by the same barmaid. The story took the tone of a sermon about how the drinks and pub companies are unashamedly fueling the drunkeness on our streets.

The trouble is, the point was somewhat undermined by the following advert, which was placed directly under the story. And yes, I am aware that this entry is directly above a rant concerning the loss of my local pub.