The time has come dear friends and acquaintances for me to give up drinking. At the tender age of 41 (42 this September) I have come to the conclusion that it is time to hang up the drinking hat and finally stop. A blow? Not really. Though a blow for the brewing industry mind you, and for real ale pubs in Macclesfield.
But on a serious note I have made the decision, so don’t tempt me with anything apart from a smoothie with a nice umbrella for example. And I really mean that.
Why? some of you will ask. Well, for me, it is time to stop.
And does this mean I will be duller than normal? No not at all. I certainly intend to develop a mischievous sense of humour.
