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I've probably drunk more in the last eight years than at any point previously. I guess I'm quite ambivalent my drinking. On the one hand I've never had one of those 'rock bottom' moments and I've never felt my drinking is out of control and nor it has impacted on my working life in any material sense, and I've never felt the 'need' to stop, but equally I know I can't carry on at the same rate as I approach my fifties, not if I want to see my sixties. It's not that I want to slow down, as I (presently) 'take more out of drink than it takes out of me' but sadly the music has to stop (or at least slow down) eventually. Your body simply can't take the same hammering as you continue to age.
Sniff the coke, put the ice in your underpants and suck the lemon?Indeed it has.
Just prefer other non alcoholic drinks than non alcoholic beer, Coke has always been a favourite with ice and lemon, which I first had as a kid in the neck of the woods you currently reside.
Those days are behind me...Sniff the coke, put the ice in your underpants and suck the lemon?
You’re right, I worded it clumsily. I’m not ambivalent at all. I’m just coming to a realisation that the party’s coming to an end and that makes me a little sad, but also glad of the amazing ride I’ve had. Some people have such an unhealthy relationship with booze. It just seems to make them miserable. Not me. I fucking love the stuff. It allows me to become an even bigger version of myself. I know that sounds like my egomania is out of control, but I mean just letting go and being myself. It’s never seemed to get me in trouble. Always find my way out of bother, even if I’m absolutely hammered. Love the people I’ve met when pissed, love the places I’ve been and got hammered. Some incredible memories. I can still meet people and see the world, but I’ve got to slow down the way I do it now, or I’ll probably be dead in the next five to ten years.I'd say judging by the last few sentences, you are anything but ambivalent towards your drinking. You sound a bit like me, though, when it comes to having a drink - I simply love a beer and to socialise/relax and I am most certainly not dependant on it. I often go many months without it but that is normally a product of work and where it occasionally takes me; so, not so much of a choice but more of a, not having any choice, but it doesn't bother me. As you rightly point out, it's good to let the organs have a rest :)
This weekend's beer is more about being presented with a chance, I guess. I've been working away and only been with the missus and kids during time off and I won't drink at at all as we have 14 month old twins - absolute chaos night & day, mate. They live in West Sussex and we also have a house where I am currently working, so I am able to have a bit of time to myself, have a beer and watch a good film - depends if you class Jack Reacher as good or not!
I hadn't planned a beer this evening, only really though about it when I bumped the thread. My good mate has been away for 7 months and is home soon - now that will get the required piss-up that he/us will want and deserves, but only when his wife is done with him. The liver will be in need of a rest after that :)
My dad’s teetotal. Never had a drink since he tried it at eighteen in a pub in Longsight (would have been 1953-ish) and didn’t like the taste. Fucking weirdo! A moderately drinking wife and four kids three of which are heavy drinkers (including me). I frequently have conversations with him when I’m pissed and he’s sober (obviously) which must be a bit boring for him!I went 6 months last year when I had to have gallbladder out. Wasn’t bothered at that point if I had another drink. Trouble is I like drinking and I like socialising. Needless to say I am back on it! I don’t binge drink but would say around 30-40 units a week would be normal for me. I have been as high as 100 a week in the past.
Both parents liked/like a drink as did my grandad too so I think there is something in it running in families.
You’re right, I worded it clumsily. I’m not ambivalent at all. I’m just coming to a realisation that the party’s coming to an end and that makes me a little sad, but also glad of the amazing ride I’ve had. Some people have such an unhealthy relationship with booze. It just seems to make them miserable. Not me. I fucking love the stuff. It allows me to become an even bigger version of myself. I know that sounds like my egomania is out of control, but I mean just letting go and being myself. It’s never seemed to get me in trouble. Always find my way out of bother, even if I’m absolutely hammered. Love the people I’ve met when pissed, love the places I’ve been and got hammered. Some incredible memories. I can still meet people and see the world, but I’ve got to slow down the way I do it now, or I’ll probably be dead in the next five to ten years.
Sleep well, mate.Gonna have to get back to you with that one, mate.
After I replied to you, I went for a 14 km run, just a steady one due to the heat.
Re-hydrated and had some scran.
A few beers and a film later and I am ready for bed. I don't have the staying-power I once had .
I've just put my extra large gin down to applaud this post.No I’m a pisshead