I don't know why I do it.
The story of the elderly chap losing his wife, or the African girl quietly explaining her tragic life to camera and that's me blabbing for the next hour or two.
A glass of wine and a sob story
Not a good mix.
This got me to thinking just how alcohol can punctuate our lives.
Advocaat always reminds me of my grandmother, who seldom drank anything at all. My mother would always have a small bottle of the yellow mud in at Christmas so that granny could have tipple before lunch.
I don't think I have seen the drink for years.
Whiskey reminds me of my brother and father.
Gin reminds me of my mother, though the memory is a bittersweet one.
And Pernod & lemonade reminds me of my teenage years when I thought it was sophisticated to drink it when I was out at the disco!
The very smell of Tequila makes me heave. it reminds me of a party I went to many moons ago now, where an ex spinal injury patient introduced me to tequila slammers
The next morning I thought my insides would explode!.....
Oh.....And a properly made vodka martini brings back memories of my first trip to New York with Chris,
When I drank two large ones in Doc's bar on second avenue when I was jet lagged, and couldn't climb down off my bar stool.
Guinness reminds me of happy days at the Dog & Partridge pub in Sheffield , where everyone would sing The Fields Of Athenry in the back room.
Jim Beam reminds me of family parties in the 1980s
Nowadays my tipple of choice is probably a Crisp white wine.
I like a gin and tonic ( especially on holiday) but wine is generally more preferable though I don't recommend too many glasses whilst watching charity fundraisers on tele.
You cry like a baby!