A glass of wine at Sunday dinner, a cocktail on a meal out with your friends, having a beer while watching television: its not all lets-get-f**king-wasted anymore. You're involved in 'grown-up drinking' now, which means wine is for taste, not just for messing up your brain and helping you pull some wild shapes on a dance floor. There's suddenly talk of which wines go with what food, what the wine smells like, tastes like - oh no, some of your friends have started even putting their noses into their glasses and doing that sophisticated-looking wine-smelling thing. Gone are the days of knocking up a Cheeky V with some port and a blue Bacardi Breezer.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
