Dry July

A few of my friends have had a Dry July. Both women and men. I really should consume more idiotic media content so I know about this shit ahead of time. There is nothing worse that trying to enjoy a schooner and a durry while the miserable sod on the other side of the table is nursing a soda water and a false sense of well-being.

Two thoughts come to mind…

1. Why do people need a heavily-marketed mandated period to do anything? Whether it’s Moustachio-March, Liver-April or Anal-September, all of this can be done without the approval of others and without wearing the fucking thing on your sleeve.

2. On the specific topic of drinking, if you feel like you are drinking too much, then drink a little less. Going cold-turkey for a month and then going back to the binge doesn’t really achieve anything other than to annoy people like me.

ps Dave is drinking and smoking below so I don’t wish to infer he is silly enough to fall for Dry July. But he did FB us all on a pretty weak attempt to pack in the durries 🙂