BBC
The Republic of Ireland is set to become the first country in the world to introduce health warning labels on alcohol products.
Stephen Donnelly, the Irish minister for health, signed new regulations into law on Monday but they will not come into force until 2026.
Labelling will warn consumers about the risks of drinking alcohol as well as providing a product’s calorie content. More
Ireland’s EU trading partners aren’t taking it well. Here and Here
First country in the world? Horseshit. There have been health warnings for pregnant women on alcohol products here in the U.S. for a very long time.
Well…………that’s about three centuries too late! How about Irish music? and I’m a Lauer descendant too I’ll have you know………wanna take that outside???
GOVERNMENT WARNING: (1) ACCORDING TO THE SURGEON GENERAL, WOMEN SHOULD NOT DRINK ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES DURING PREGNANCY BECAUSE OF THE RISK OF BIRTH DEFECTS. (2) CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES IMPAIRS YOUR ABILITY TO DRIVE A CAR OR OPERATE MACHINERY, AND MAY CAUSE HEALTH PROBLEMS.
I’ve got one good brain cell remaining and am working hard against that one….
FJB
How stupid;
That’s like telling a teenager not to masturbate.
WHILE WE’RE AT IT, MUD FLAPS ON MICHAEL MOORE
Why? I never gave a crap about reading when drunk.
I can just visualize our dearly departed Irishman, Moe Tom 💞, having something to say about this. Might start with, “FFS!” 😂 🍀
I miss him!
CONSERVATIVE COWGIRL, GREAT COMMENT!!
WE ALL MISS HIM
RAISE A GLASS FOR MOE TOM!!
CHEERS!!!!!
Cowgirl, I was just thinking of sending an email to his brother Mossy back in Ireland to ask if they were even worried about this…or if that mook is even still alive after promoting that shit!
Uh, right. Like the Muslims who are taking over Ireland give a shit?
How can it be understood when seeing double?
Might want to put the warning labels on their alarm clocks. Arrive at a relative’s home at 08:00 and the first question: Like a shot o’ whiskey Lad? A shot is more like an ice tea tumbler. No thank you, I’m driving. Oh, I understand, can’t stop at just one me own self.
Sitting in a pub in Thurles. I never thought I’d ever get to shake the hand of the grandson of Daniel Victor McCormack. Let me buy you a beer lad. It repeats every ten minutes while I’m there. I’m pouring them over my shoulder into the potted plant when nobody is looking. By the time I get up to leave a couple hours later it is all I can do to upright myself.
While we’re on the topic:
Name of this song is, “The Seven Drunken Nights”
But we’re only allow to sing five of them so here it goes
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, “Will you kindly tell to me”
“Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?”
Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk
You silly old fellow, still you can not see
That’s a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, “Will you kindly tell to me”
“Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?”
Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk
You silly old fellow, still you can not see
That’s a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, “Will you kindly tell to me”
“Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be?”
Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk
You silly old fellow, still you can not see
That’s a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, “Will you kindly tell to me”
“Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?”
Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk
You silly old fellow, still you can not see
They’re two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, “Will you kindly tell to me”
“Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be?”
Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk
You silly old fellow, still you can not see
That’s a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
GEEZUS, ANY PAGE LEFT AFTER JDHASTY’S POST???!!!
The Land of Sodden Livers should have done that 300 years ago. I’ve known enough Irish to know they are like Native Indians and alcohol – can’t hold a thimbleful of whiskey without getting into a fight, abusing their wimmenfolk, or getting arrested.
Ireland – best known for socialist playwrights, rotten potatoes, and great whiskey.
Sounds like the Muslim takeover is proceeding nicely.
“WARNING: IF IT WEREN’T FOR THIS STUFF, THE IRISH WOULD CONQUER THE WORLD!”
And there’s your warning!
That’s a fine-looking sack o’ potatoes …
“Pregnant women should not drink this stuff. Women considering getting pregnant, drink away!”