Following a less than glorious evening in the emergency room of Southend Hospital, I am now "Off the beer" for a bit. I would like to emphasise that I was sober when I arrived, not having had a sip of Alfa since the glorious night in the Bolero beer tent where I introduced a collie dog into an already messy bunch of stories from the murky world I work in. Bad form.
When I'm back on the road, I'll be over to look in the fridge. Meantime it's tea all the way for me.