What do nylon socks have in common with public transport? Nothing. And it is with this same logic that Australia’s Government has adopted in addressing binge drinking. You see, they have slapped a massive tax on ready-to-drink alcoholic beverages (ie, alco-pops).
My understanding of alcoholics is limited to having watched the movies Arthur and Trading Places but I do feel confident in drawing the following conclusions:
1. If a can of bourbon and coke is all of a sudden 25% more expensive it is fair to assume that punters will go out and buy their own bourbon and their own coke. They are already doing it aided with the knowledge that the constituents are somewhat intuitive.
i2. Perhaps the problem lies in allowing 24hr multi-storey drink barns to operate. Ever notice you can replicate a full pub crawl across several bars spread over multipe floors and varying themes. No barman would ever have to serve you twice – handy for avoiding those pesty do-gooder barmen trying to exercise responsible serving of alcohol. Thankfully, there are also no windows or clocks ensuring that your good times and drinking are not disrupted by reminders of what day it is. Best of all, you only have to contend with the one bouncer at the start of the night. You can be completely off your nut but as long as you can still remember your PIN number, you’re in!
3. Prohibtion doesn’t work – Learnt that from watching The Untouchables.
A year after the Australian press expressed its disgust with the $30m paycheck for Macquarie chief Alan Moss, they are at it again. With Alan Moss’ income hitting $80m this year (including his retirement kicker), the media and politicians are at it again. This time they demanding for something they call ‘pay restraint’. As the idea suggests, it involves individuals suggesting to employers that to perhaps not pay them so much given the amount may be well in excess of they what they actually require. Sounds great…. if you are an incense sniffing, butterfly loving, rice burning, ant saving monk in the middle of a rice patty.

Aussies love a battler and there is no greater battler than your suburban bogan. So strong is our affection for the humble bogan that we have even elected a bloke called Kev to run the country, we have exported the bogan’s car of choice – the Monaro – to the rest of the world, we gave ugg boots to Britney, we gave Wimbledon Lleyton and presented Hollywood with Eric Bana and Rusty Crowe. 