The Wurzel Tax

Todas budget revealed a secret pocket of alcoholic heritage. This tax is aimed at an area with few labour seats. The many pubs that serve scrumpy at as low as a quid a pint. This last bastion of affordable pub drinking is being attacked under the banner of the war against Frosty Jack and other white ciders. When I moved to Frome I understood the beauty of cheeply produced alcohol, pubs where you could get hammered for a tenner. In the South West this has been dubbed the Wurzel tax and this is what it meens to us. Adge Cutler must be turning in his grave. We are well pissed off about this. All I can do is refer you to Adge Cutler and the Wurzels = Drink up thy cyder. Adge Cutler is a legend to many in my adopted area and I am an incomer who feels rude to tell the legend of Adge Cutler, the bard of Avonmouth. I was a child when he tragically met his untimely death. Though I have studied recordings, followed the Wurzels, met Pete Budd and Tommy Banner and talked about thier history. Briefly, for those who don't know, the Wurzels were Adge Cutlers backing band. The band had a large cult local following, as they still do, in this area. Adge was killed in a car crash after writing all the greats such as drink up thy zyder. The band decided to carry on in tribute to the bard, In some strange anomaly of 70s culture, the wurzels went on to have far greater success, much greater for a provincial band than say The Happy Mondays. Apart from Pete Budds Blackbird and perhaps the line, 'I drove my tractor through your haybarn last night' the Wurzels, and if you talk to them they confer that they are carrying the banner of Adge.
This tax will crush a pocket of english culture. There are pubs here where half the punters sit drinking flat fermented local apple juice. Tax your Magners but let us drink up our cyder and scrumpy.