What rotten luck...

Someone who I'll not name (but you could possibly guess) recently told me a fine bad luck story that quite honestly, I can no longer resist the temptation of sharing.

I'm led to believe that one of the tipples of choice in Canada is Keith's which is brewed locally (to them) in Halifax, Nova Scotia.



As a popular beer, it is backed up with a popular advertising campaign, pulling strongly on it's Scottish roots and seldom passing up the chance to cash in on a good stereotype with a kilted, heavily accented character, raving about the beer being "the pride of Nova Scotia". If my understanding is correct, this character's popularity would rank equally with our Captain Birdseye.

Imagine the delight then when this friend of mine won an all expenses paid trip, flying out to Halifax, put up in a good hotel, a trip round the brewery and a chance to meet the famous "Scot" in person. As anybody would, he went to town buying tee shirts, getting autographs and having his photo taken with the character, keen to get back to his local and show off his wares to the regulars.

Then the actor who played the part of the Scot unexpectedly gets arrested on child porn charges...