Not my fault
I have been quietly gutted ever since the results of A level exams I got in August 1996. My results were at the opposite end of the alphabet to those required for a place on a medical course. Seven years later I am delighted to discover it was not my fault.
In the latest shameless act of legal immaturity, twelve alcoholics are apparently suing drinks companies for not warning them of the dangers of alcohol. This quickly follows the widely publicised law suits against tobacco companies for giving smokers bad breath, yellow fingernails, and uncomfortable and premature ends.
Although there is something satisfying about successful multimillion dollar claims against Philip Morris and British American Tobacco, the law casually disregards human autonomy, choosing instead to view us as lemmings who will surely self destruct unless specifically instructed not to.
This culture of blame all became a little silly when one unfortunate