Me too.
When I do not drink as well as I can, my body can’t handle the reduced intake of alcohol and I stay awake for ages. So I always try to drink as well as I can. Be the best you can, and all that.
And FYI, I don’t drink every evening…
Me neither. Very occasionally I’m forced to get home late and have to start at night.
I also like drinking alone. Avoids the pointless pub conversation, and the missus. What can be bad about that?
Every time I take one of those “Are you an alcoholic?” tests, I win.
What hope has any reasonable bloke got? Now the doctor experts have dropped safe drinking levels from four to two standard drinks a day here. It’s hardly worth opening the fridge for that, not least because a long neck of beer has about three standard drinks in it. Am I supposed to throw the last third away? It doesn’t keep, but what would young doctors know about that, sipping carrot juice and living on trail mix as they ride their three thousand dollar bicycles (that killed half a continent and relied on virtual slaves for materials and early manufacture) through the evil car traffic, sucking in enough shit to destroy their sanctimonious lungs before they’re forty, with any luck.
Anyway, when did you ever get sensible health advice from a doctor who didn’t smoke and drink? It’s like getting marriage guidance from a marriage guidance counsellor who isn’t divorced, and most of them are divorced because they are serious tools. Actually, they’re not. They’re not even married, because they’re serious tools. Bearded wannabe intellectuals. And that’s just the dykes!
And I was also a workout maniac at one time.
Why on earth would anyone do that?
I’m with whoever it was - Mark Twain? Oscar Wilde? - When I feel the urge to exercise, I lay down until it passes.
I do really need to start running again though. But in truth, that really only helps to a certain extent…
I’ve never seen it, but I’m still hoping to see one of the funniest and most ironic sights. A jogger run over by a car.
Running didn’t do James Fixx any good. He died at 52, fit as buggery. I don’t run. I try to avoid walking. I’m as unfit as buggery and I’ve outlived him by 6 years. And, if he was alive instead of wearing himself out with all that running, I could drink the silly prick under the table. Because instead of wasting my time training my body, I’ve concentrated on exercising my liver. This flows from my classical inclinations, as the classical Romans and Greeks put a lot of store in the liver. As should the Romans, with their orgies and vomitoriums. {Edit: I should have paid more attention in Latin classes. I think it should be vomitoria.}
Anyway, the basis of good health is the food pyramid.
Fat, alcohol and paracetemol.
Works for me.