When signing up for Cancer Research’s Dryathlon, I assumed that going out with friends would be the toughest test to stay dry.
What I didn’t envision was how much alcohol had becone a force of habit.
‘Oh I’ll just have a Baileys to help me sleep’ oop, no, doing Dryathlon.
My second alternative to get a good nights kip while having a chest infection and breathing like Darth Vader running the marathon was some Nytol, which were pretty amazing, and I am now considering conducting all my nights out while off my tits on them.
Another benefit is how entertaining you find the little things in life while sober.
The cat doing a gravity defying, spontaneous backflip certainly provided hours of fun.
I’m still laughing now.