Sunday, 1 February 2015

Drink, drink, drink.

I didn't bother with a dry January, just as I didn't bother to grow any facial hair during Movember.  Not that there would have been any point to me joining in with Movember as I already have both moustache and beard.  I suppose I could have shaved them off in October - or maybe just the 'tache - but I'm quite attached to my facial camouflage which I have had since the three-day week.  (Here comes the history lesson.)

It was back in 1974 that the miners went on strike.  Electricity was in short supply as the coal needed to fuel the power stations wasn't getting through.  Heck, it wasn't even being mined!  The result was scheduled power cuts with shops and offices all being lit by tilley lamps and the like when the power was off.  It did make matters difficult when relying on electric adding machines and tills and the like.  It also meant that I was quite often unable to use my electric shaver at my accustomed time.  Besides, we were all exhorted to use less electricity.  So I gave up shaving, and have had the facial hair ever since.

And as for dry January, I really couldn't see the point.  Was I supposed to get people to sponsor me for NOT doing something, ie drinking alcohol?  In any case, red wine is supposed to be good for one's health.  Or was that only in December?  The latest thinking on wine and health seems to change as often as the wind so I have stuck to my usual routine.  I haven't yet reached the stage of drinking three glasses of red wine a day.  One glass is supposed to help prevent heart attacks, one glass stops dementia, and one glass does something else but I can't remember what it is.

One of my favourite songs has long been the drinking song from the Student Prince.  I saw this on stage in Brighton with a girl friend way, way back.  John Hanson was the lead tenor and here he is:



Sorry it's not much of a picture.

3 comments:

joeh said...

The fourth glass and you don't really give a crap about what the first three are supposed to do.

(not necessarily your) Uncle Skip, said...

A big enough glass ...oh, heck, straight from the bottle, then you only need one.

Anonymous said...

You were lucky to have power cuts- in 1947 electricity had not even reached our village!