A friend at work used to give up alcohol for the whole of January. He was hell to be with, and tipped the first pint of February down with audible relish. I remember him once saying "Welcome me back to the human race" as he did so. And science states that so-called detox is a myth: abrupt changes to your body's expectations, as cultivated over eleven months, do more harm than good. At least the science I read does.
And there are more pressing reasons to abstain from self-imposed abstention. They come under the collective heading 'Christmas presents'. Here are a couple:
And of course:
OK, not strictly humbugs; but there must be a hundred of them in there (it doesn't say on the packet), to be consumed by 3 April, when the best-before date starts to poison me.
And I haven't even started on the socks and the handkerchiefs.
I have a friend who lives on cabbage soup and not much else every January and it doesn't seem to do him much good. I think the soup actually causes audible relish.
ReplyDeleteThe latest is, a sausage a day increases your chances of getting pancreatic cancer by 19%. Perhaps chocolate and butterscotch washed down with a tipple or two, could be the perfect antidote?
ReplyDeleteWhat flavour socks do you have?
ReplyDeleteI have had a vile week at work. Monday cannot possibly be any worse.
ReplyDeleteHow have you still got chocolate left 3 weeks after Christmas? Either you got given an awful lot more than we did or you have a great deal of self control.
Rog, what does he live on the rest of the year? Sausages, probably.
ReplyDeleteMartin - you have managed to make me feel ill in two diametrically opposed ways at a single stroke. Thanks pal.
AQ - before or after washing?
Liz - self-control, of course, surprised you had to ask. Not being that mad on chocolate helps too.
Have the socks got a use by date?
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