Giolla has set up a site to counteract Alcohol Concern’s lunatic proposal that nobody should drink at all for the whole month of January.
31 days without a drop of booze? Well, to riff on the Pat Nurse ‘Octabber’ idea, how about 31 days without a drop of UK duty paid booze? It’ll be easier for some than for others; nipping across to the continent is beyond my pocket at the moment and it’s a bit late to start homebrew – but then, it could be worth a try.
In these parts, nobody really drinks a lot in January anyway. It takes a month to get New Year’s Eve out of your system and to let your liver go through therapy. However, a warming nip in the cold winter evenings does give you a bit of a glow.
I think I’ll stock up through December. I see Tesco have cut a lot of whisky prices – Teacher’s, Whyte and MacKay and Grants are all now £12 each, and the Penderyn is £5 off at £28. Tonight I’m trying something new. A blend called Lochlan (£15 in Tesco). Not bad, a tad on the harsh side, something akin to Whyte and Mackay, I’d say. Not as smooth as Stewart’s Cream of the Barley but for the price, a decent dram.
Work is curtailing my intake, which is odd, because now I have a regular income you’d think I’d be permanently oblivious to the entire world. Work requires little concentration but there’s a lot of physical stuff and it’s much easier without a head full of sand, teeth covered in fur and eyes like maps of the Underground. So I have settled into a slow and steady pattern, which is cheaper and which will probably cause the overall alcohol intake for Scotland to plummet at the next assessment. My 20-year binge is winding down.
An unfortunate side-effect is the lack of terrifying nightmares. Where am I going to get ideas for stories now?
Well, all is not lost. If you want to set out on a career as a horror writer, you could do worse than be the guy who checks the ladies’ toilets. It must be a fingernail thing, but there’s always shredded toilet paper on the floor – but the real horror is when you open the door… and the seat is up. That’s happened more than once and it does make me eye the customers somewhat warily.
Anyway, having just done another Sunday afternoon (three in a row – it could become regular at this rate) I am shattered, but on the bright side it makes the normal weekday afternoon seem like a doddle.
So it’s a quiet night in, testing the depths of Lochlan and packing up a couple of eBay things because I’m just keeping the account ticking over for now.
Oh, and of course, a browse of Drinkuary.org.