"..and how old are you, little boy"?
For many years a debate about the different ages of consent for different things has rumbled along.
Until recent years, you had to be 21 to have consensual gay sex [but only between men, there was never an age limit for sex between women]. Heterosexuals needed only to wait until 16 to start tinkering around. 17 to be able to learn to drive, recently raised to 18, no bad thing, and 18 to by drink in a pub / bar off-license.
Then, along came the Wine & Spirit Trade Association and their “Challenge 21” initiative. The gist of which is this;
Until recent years, you had to be 21 to have consensual gay sex [but only between men, there was never an age limit for sex between women]. Heterosexuals needed only to wait until 16 to start tinkering around. 17 to be able to learn to drive, recently raised to 18, no bad thing, and 18 to by drink in a pub / bar off-license.
Then, along came the Wine & Spirit Trade Association and their “Challenge 21” initiative. The gist of which is this;
All well and good, but there is another twist to this idea.
Friday night finds me running the pub while David is away in Blackpool and it’s bloody busy! Busy to the extent that we started to run out of wine.
Byron, my drinking companion, is a bit miffed that all the Pinot Grigio is gone and he’ll end up drinking the house wine shite. Harry Potter [David P] is dispatched to Tesco to get a couple of bottles. “I can’t go, they won’t serve me” he pleads.
He then explains that Tesco have gone one step further with their interpretation of the Challenge 21 campaign and raised the bar [no pun intended] to 30!
Thus Harry is considered to be under-age when buying wine.
He had to suffer the ignominy of me having to take him to Tesco to buy the wine, just so that I could see him squirm [and to see Tesco‘s refuse to serve him, and because I thought he wasn‘t telling me the whole and complete truth]. He is, in fact, 24 but looks about 16. Poor lamb.
Friday night finds me running the pub while David is away in Blackpool and it’s bloody busy! Busy to the extent that we started to run out of wine.
Byron, my drinking companion, is a bit miffed that all the Pinot Grigio is gone and he’ll end up drinking the house wine shite. Harry Potter [David P] is dispatched to Tesco to get a couple of bottles. “I can’t go, they won’t serve me” he pleads.
He then explains that Tesco have gone one step further with their interpretation of the Challenge 21 campaign and raised the bar [no pun intended] to 30!
Thus Harry is considered to be under-age when buying wine.
He had to suffer the ignominy of me having to take him to Tesco to buy the wine, just so that I could see him squirm [and to see Tesco‘s refuse to serve him, and because I thought he wasn‘t telling me the whole and complete truth]. He is, in fact, 24 but looks about 16. Poor lamb.
posted by liits at 4:15 PM
1 Comments:
Who the fuck to Tesco think they are?
What gives them the right to be so bloody self riteous, when it is them in the first place that causes so many youngsters to get pissed in the street with their cheap offers?
I hope you complain to the management when you're next in there and have the time.
In the meantime put a notice up in your place saying 'All Tesco staff under 30 will not be served as they are too irresponsible & immature to drink wine if they cannot sell it to under thirties' & tip off the local/trade press & get some free publicity!
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