Having spent the first 33 years of life not touching a drop of alcohol, I started drinking at the beginning of this year (don’t worry…this isn’t an Alcoholics Anonymous style intervention…!). Not sure what it was that finally cracked – perhaps spending more time in the pub with friends (our little parkology group), or being intrigued by what my Dad was drinking…eventually I decided the time was right for me to take a step into the world of Real Ale.
Funnily enough, it was my Dad who inducted me – I remember the evening when I told him I fancied a drink and his pleasure in choosing a good range of ales to try from our local supermarket. We haven’t looked back since then…
I’m a lightweight – not for me the drinking to oblivion…or even getting a bit tipsy. I’m far too much of a control freak to go down that route. I have to be aware of what’s going on all the time. Instead I enjoy the camaraderie of heading to our local (Royal Oak in Heavitree) sitting with friends, chatting over a good, tasty pint of something brewed locally. I’m not sure if a drink or two makes me more relaxed – I don’t think so – but it’s just nice to feel like I’m a ‘grown-up’ rather than rather shamefully sipping from a pint of diet coke!
If we do go to this festival it’ll be my first such even… not sure how I’ll get on as I’m only used to one or two pints at the most!