If even moderate drinking increases your risk of cancer, it might just be a risk I’m willing to take.
So, it would seem that yet another pleasure is being taken away from women – even moderate drinking, it appears, increases your risk of cancer.
I assume I’m not the only one fed-up with all this. Can’t screw around (AIDS, herpes, hepatitis…), can’t take drugs (even cannabis seems now to be linked with psychosis later in life), can’t smoke (yeah, we all know why…), can’t get pissed (I’m sure most of us have cut down to our 14 units a weeks or fewer) and can’t eat yummy delicious food either.
Now they’re telling us that even our 14 units a week is 14 too many and that ALL alcohol is bad. Shame that booze is so very pleasurable then, isn’t it?
I have to admit that in my own life it’s the last thing I’ll be cutting out. I never did get to shag around, being too fat and shy for that sort of thing, and drugs always terrified me because I suffer from depression. I LOVED smoking, but I gave it up for good five years ago and haven’t been a daily smoker for nearly 20 years. But wine will be the last to go. They will have to prise it out of my dead, cold hands.
A meal without wine, to me, seems a pointless exercise, rather like a cup of tea without a digestive biscuit. Switching to camomile tea breaks the biscuit link, but how is one to break the link between wine and food? It is age-old, celebrated in almost every literature. Eat, drink and be merry, for tommorow we die.
Nothing else complements food the way wine does. I’ve tried water and it’s rubbish. I’ve tried orange juice and it just doesn’t GO. It goes with breakfast but not with lunch or dinner. I’d already cut out spirits years ago, and reduced my wine intake to red only, a single 110ml glass, but being asked to cut that out too seems a step too far to me.
Well, I guess something’s got to kill you – and it looks like in my case, it’s going to be the drink.