30th September, 2009 - A Right Good Drink

I still enjoy a good drink. Here I use the term “good drink” in its traditional West of Scotland sense, of getting intoxicated, as opposed to the Scottish Government’s definition which seems to be to have a light shandy once a year provided you do it strapped to a bed in a room where there are no sharp objects.

I am aware that, in enjoying (occasionally these days) the feeling of getting a bit tipsy, I am probably a victim of my environment, after all, we in Scotland undoubtedly have an appalling record in relation to our drinking habits. There is no doubt that, from a public health perspective, that we need to get the figures down. But from my own selfish perspective, there is something hugely convivial about a few too many pints with a good pal.

Pubs are nice places. People chat. People are generally in a good mood. There is laughter and life and friendship. It’s be rude not to have one more pint before I catch the bus.