I'm going to my uncle's 50th birthday party tonight, so I will probably be feeling a little delicate tomorrow. I'm not much of a drinker you see. Well, I don't really drink at all unless I have to - my 90 year old grandmother consumed more alcohol at her birthday party last week than I did.
Like many young people in Scotland (and the rest of the UK I'm sure) I used to like a good drink, and many of my weekends between the ages of 15 and 22 passed in a blurry haze of vodka, cider, wine or an alcopop of some description, including one disastrous night spent drinking -shudder- home-brewed beer. For the last few years however, I have had no inclination to get completely shit faced every weekend (for which my liver is profoundly grateful), and these days I would much rather have a nice cup of tea and read a book. No, really. Maybe it was MY 90th we were celebrating last week...
So anyway, I'm sure I'll be coerced into having a shandy or two tonight, which means I'll be pissed by 9pm, and will have a horrendous hangover tomorrow, despite consuming less alcohol than it would take to intoxicate a gnat.