its drinking a vile liquid that doesn't get you pissed doesn't get you high but has the grim inevitability that you are going to shit through the eye of a needle very soon........ then there is the disappointment of opening the fridge, seeing the jug and realising you still of 3/4 of the 2nd litre to go......ugh.
Good bit of banter with Prof Rutter who was doing the deed ......a rag ... I did wonder at the wisdom about discussing the match the night before with a man who was doing what he was doing but he was magnanimous in defeat and waxed lyrical about King Colin.