One must drink through 1st January to take the edge of the excess of the previous weeks.
Once the edge is taken off, dry January becomes pointless denial.
It’s a bit like that first pint the day after the all-nighter, the one where you’ve had to endure the comedown, deal with the return of daylight and the fear, whilst waiting for the boozer to open at 12.
That first pint is nectar, but also the beginning of the end, signalling a slow, hazy, descent to oblivion.
Happy New Year chaps 🍻
