Here’s a fun drinking game for any housebound people (e.g. the elderly, the unemployed, freelance hacks or waiters actors) sitting listening to the wireless of a morning/afternoon. Your drink of choice could be anything at all – Vodka, Mi Wadi, tea, Jeyes Fluid, the floor’s the limit, really.
The rules are simple enough. Every time a contributor to any radio programme says either one of the following lamentable radio clichés, you have to imbibe. So, whenever they say, “Absolutely” instead of a simple and entirely appropriate “Yes”, it’s swig time. And whenever anyone with an axe to grind decides to clarify their forthcoming issue with the phrase “the reality is..” you take a double swig.
And don’t be coy, it has to be a large measure – or a double large measure. I guarantee that, within a very short space of time, you will either be very drunk, bursting for a wee or (in the case of Jeyes Fluid drinkers) dead. Believe me, these two clichés come up all the fucking time, and if this is the only way I can get everyone else to become as heartily sick of hearing them as me, so fucking be it. [Insert reassuring smiley here]
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