Though us Brits rarely need an excuse to tamper with the normal operational functions of our liver and kidneys, theres never a more comforting scenario than kicking back with 15 pints and gleefully obliterating these vital organs the second the self-involved sunshine appears. The sun is so precious on this dreary little isle that the minute the warm embrace of summer hugs you into submission you cant help but toast it again and again in spite of all the feelings of worthlessness and accompanying aches that you get in your lower back the morning after. And while mindless boozing might be great fun, drinking enough alcohol to reanimate George Best is about as healthy as your befuddled state of mind.