I currently libe in london, bearing all the many costs that come with that, in a difficult economic environment filled with doubt about what Brexit outcome is likely to be foisted upon us by a bunch of thoroughly inept Conservative self centred kleptocrats who only seem to own an over inflated concept of their own abilities as they bumble and stumble their way toward a series of halted discussions that are paralysing the business fraternity with doubt and indecision while foodbanks multiply at an exponential rate, over 5 million children live in poverty, a dementia tax is on the horizon again, the NHS is slashed and burned, govt workers are trapped in a wage freeze lasting years, over 90 kids a day are put into foster care, 365 days of the year, the highest figure ever, and the richest people in the country are enjoying a 10% tax boreal on their earnings while the national debt has increased by £0.8 trillion during the Tory 7 year period of Austerity.
I already have a lobotomy.
Every day.
What sort of bottle are we talking about here?