I can no longer drink a bottle of wine and live to tell the tale. But, at least now I know you definitely cannot die from embarrassment – as much as you may want to.
A slightly more light-hearted, but equally important lesson. This lesson came late in my 23rd year, but one I won’t (or, rather, can’t) forget in a hurry. I am, slowly and resentfully, realising that I cannot drink like I used to without massively regretting it. I have still yet to suffer from an actual hangover, but I am starting to think I should quit while I’m ahead. I am not 19 anymore and, like my father’s hair at my age, my drinking tolerance is growing thin. All I can say is that I am sorry I didn’t learn this sooner.