Today I learn't something, something that will ultimately change my life forever. Red Bull does not in fact give you Wings. Too explain how I came to this conclusion I have to take you back to a time, back to a time when I was blind sighted by this advertising, this time was 10.30 this morning. I decided to walk around a local supermarket, not really sure what I was looking for, but I thought I would have a slow walk around and get myself ready to venture home. I had decided to ride my bike into town this morning, as the weather was pretty dry I thought I would enjoy what could possible be my last dry ride before the winter days dawn in. So getting back to my shopping, I walked around sainsburys and as nothing jumped at me (as it never does, for anyone that knows me, shopping on my own never does go well) I spotted the drinks fridge. After deciding that I was a little parched I looked through the slightly frosted plastic and scratched my head trying to decide what drink I fancied. Now normally my pallet would draw me towards water, call my boring but I love water. I try and drink several glasses a day and when I am thirsty instead of going for something fizzy I always rehydrate with some good H20. But this time something else caught my eye (I would also like to point out that this particular fridge did not actually hold any bottles of water which I found rather odd indeed), but yes any way, something else caught my eye, something which I haven't indulged in for many years, not since my clubbing days. Red Bull. There were fours cans just resting there, they turned to me and called, 'drink me'. Now that bit might not have actually happened but lets just say that it did. I battled with this urge for a while, I really don't like these drinks as they really don't offer anything good, but the calls from the dancing cans of liquid energy were just getting louder and louder. So I gave in, I opened the fridge and I grabbed myself a can.
After having to take a loan to pay for this drink, I walked out of the shop and cracked open the can. Now as I had my bike I needed to down the drink in one. I can't hold my balance at the best of times, so cycling and drinking simultaneously, well that's just asking for trouble. So I finished the can and on my way I went, with a smile might I add, smiling in the belief that I would grow my own wings and fly my way home.
Nope.
That did not happen. I did not develop wings, oh no no! With sugar running through my veins my body started to move involuntarily. I blinked at what felt like a thousand times a minute, my legs didn't want to stop moving and my head continuously cranked to the left. I also believe that I my thoughts raced so fast through my brain that I may have actually aged a few days.
This is not a nice story. There is no fairy tale ending here. This is a warning. A warning to all you out there, don't be fooled by the nice polite, inviting cans of this sugary beverage. Also it didn't taste that good to be frank.
Don't say I didn't warn you. I learn't the hard way.
Love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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