My wino whine

WHERE have all these drunks suddenly appeared from?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m partial to the odd glass of scotch or 12, but it’s something I do behind the closed doors of Grundi Towers.

But these dipsos are sozzled 24/7, stumbling around town in the middle of the morning, clutching a can of cheap, extra-strength beer, barking out profanities at passersby, and urinating in the street.

I’m sure this is a relatively new phenomenon.

There’s more and more of them by the week.

There’s a van that goes round and rounds up stray dogs. Well, there should be a van that rounds-up all these winos and dumps them somewhere to dry off.

Preferably somewhere in the Outer Hebrides.