As Anti sows she reaps. If you let her get away with it. British commentator Ian Dunt, who evidently doesn’t smoke but tells us he just loves to drink, assumes a libertarian pose in the linked article. He buys into much antitobacco dogma. He’s merely queasy about the smoker pogrom but is thoroughly alarmed and appalled at new Healthist onslaughts on drinking and drinkers. He’s got the principle right, in his loathing for the Health Reich, but his selfish brand of ambivalence is what got the fascists where they are, and where they’re going, after him. A reader’s comment following on Dunt’s piece, by a lady named Helen who hails from Wigan, pretty well hits the libertarian nail on the head.
Crack. Fizz. Gulp. Ahhhhhh. Is there a drinking experience more classically Australian than ripping the ring-pull off a beer? "The visceral pleasure from that first crack of a beer can is identical to popping a champagne cork," says wine and drinks writer Mike Bennie. "There's also huge appeal in the tinnie's nostalgia factor."