I think you are familiar with the concept of Dry January by now. Ditto Stoptober. We could talk about Dry July, but I’d rather not. There are now many neat names for the concept of taking a month off alcohol and, after the traditional excess of December (I just had to put three empty Celebrations tubs and two bottles of Baileys in the recycling bin next to all the Christmas trees), January feels like a fitting time. It is a drab month where drizzle sits static in the air, where everyone’s social batteries are completely depleted and where trousers don’t quite fit the way they used to. Not socialising in January is the easy part because nobody wants to do that. Not drinking, less so.
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