Friday night. The kids are settled and The Dark Knight is taped ready to watch. Down to the local shop for 4 cans of Guinness to relax and watch the film.
Go down there and it's adorned with signs everywhere - "drink aware", "know your limits", "no-one under 25 served alcohol". A young woman, obviously in her 20's is being refused the purchase of a bottle of wine. Embarrased, she walks out. The guy behind the counter, also embarrassed, is only doing his job. As I skulk out with my cans of Guinness, I feel like a criminal. Is this how it is for a junkie when they head into the daylight from a crack den?
Once I've drunk 2 or 3 of these cans, I'll be a 'binge drinker'. I haven't had a drink for a couple of weeks. This is a pretty normal state of affairs. I never drink on a 'school night', but if I go out of a weekend I'll drink more than the government "recommends". Sometimes a lot more. If I'm at home I'll maybe do what I'm doing tonight. This makes me some sort of evil, anti-social citizen according to the SNP "government" (more like a glorified regional council).
If you can't have a couple of beers at the weekend after a hard week at work without being castigated by these nannying busybodies at Hollyrood, god help us all. Now I think I'll go and find that nice bottle of Tomatin Malt and have a whisky chaser with this Guinness.
As a hard working, tax paying, adult, the recommended units of alcohol per day is any amount I damn well like.
Musical interlude tonight is an absolute classic - the Joy Division, Love will Tear us Apart. Ian Curtis' tragic life encapsulated in one heart tearing anthem. Listen to the words and if you're not moved you haven't got a soul.
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