Mid-life crisis: Can we talk about my drink problem?
I'm looking for a drink. Join the queue says you. But this is the bigger picture we're talking here. It's another one of those ageing things. Like the reading glasses and the wondering if you should start listening to jazz and doing the garden. So anyway for those of you who don't know, which was me until recently, drinking is an aspect of the midlife crisis. And I don't mean not being able to handle the devastation of a hangover any more. That's old news by now. This is a far more existential issue. What to drink?
For many years I was happy to throw industrial lager into me. But that was back when I was willing to throw anything into me, in fairness. There were probably certain points in certain evenings where, if you had offered me petrol diluted by aftershave, I would have taken it. But the body gets less forgiving as it gets older and you just can't do what you want to do to it any more, without it rebelling. And the gut is rebelling against the fizzy beer.
So obviously you're saying to me right now in your head, 'Just do what everyone else does and move on to the wine'.