This amused me tonight:
Stopped into a favourite pub for after-work drink, and the place was full of the Jagermeister promotional crew - a manager and half a dozen pretty girls selling shots and giving out freebies. It was like the place had been taken over by some bizarre religious cult, everyone had orange bandannas/flower necklaces/t-shirts/flashing badges.
Five minutes after they packed up and moved on to the next pub, the Morgan Spiced Rum crew arrived. I just wished they'd clashed, then we could have witnessed a sectarian alcohol war.