Your 12 Months starts now!

12 months, four seasons and all of which have excuses in which to drink.

Summer- its hot, there’s nothing like a cold beer on a hot day

Autumn- it’s the perfect time to try that cider, the apples are coming into season

Winter- a strong drink like whiskey or scotch will warm you up, let’s have a drink!

Spring- Celebrating the return of warm weather and nice nights... why not have a few?

As you the readers will have known, alcohol and the daily red are two combustive cocktails that do not go together, I am the olive better in the salad than with the martini.  

You will also know that I undertook a sabbatical for three months from the bottle last year to which I extended to six months.

In the months before that absence from the absinthe, I did indeed drink and yes, I did go to the point where walking (not just in a straight line) was a perilous quest, but much was learned from that night, and I continue to do so even while writing this post.

They say that you should not try and fix what you have not broken and the leave that I have taken from alcohol as a way to challenge myself and as a way to focus in on the key factors of my identity as opposed to trying to divert and spread my vertically challenged avatar all over the place to tick all the boxes dictated by society.

That is why I have introduced the 12 month sabbatical into the mix.

Over the next year there will be as limited alcohol content as possible (sometimes it is too hard to avoid especially when contained in food) but the core principle and my north star here is staying away from a potent partying culture that cohabitates my dormitory.

As for you the reader, I hope that the 12 months will bring you some laughter and insightfulness in reading me taking the high road with a zero Blood Alcohol Concentrate (BAC).