Went to the best of the local pubs with a cousin last night or so to drink beer with another cousin, a big re-haired farmer. The pub is about four miles away in the village of Nutbourne. We all got a round but I only got a half for myself when it was my shout. I can drive safely and invisibly when twice or three times over the limit - please don't argue - but am cautious about losing my licence, so two and a half pints of London Pride are about the lot for a slim fellow like me.
Naturally on getting home I hit the vodka as usual thinking Ah! A proper drink at last! I believe I drink at least twice the recommended daily intake for men every night of the week. I try to avoid the horror of alcohol-free days, although Herself, an abstemious soul, goes on at me sweetly about them. Hangovers are extremely rare and almost always caused by mixing grape and grain. So far so good.
Anyone else here who can admit to being a healthy alcoholic? I seldom touch a drop before 5 in the evening. The cousin in the next house here, who brews his own stuff, also drinks bottled lager and hits it from 10 in the morning. He seems perfectly fit too.
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