Since the age of 14 I haven’t really spent a lot of time at all with Sunday mornings. They have always seemed to pass me by.
The reason for this is quite simple. Alcohol. I have always enjoyed drinking (and still do). My family drink. My friends drink. Everyone at my work drinks. And we all do it excessively.
It is a constant in my life that has become symbiotically entwined in almost all of those great memories since I was a teenager.
The first time I got drunk was when I was 14. I went to my brother’s uni party where I ended the night by throwing up all over his couch. It was a pretty commonplace christening into the wonderful world of ‘getting smashed’.
Like many other teenagers, whilst between the ages of 15 and 17 years, my brothers and I regularly (and systematically) decreased the amount in the bottles in my parents’ liquor cabinet. (Of course we left enough to dilute with water to disguise their depleted levels.) Sorry mum.
At 17, it was the shots of tequila that always gave me the confidence to talk Spanish to the South Americans while I traveled the continent for the year. And it was over a pint that I made friends with the backpackers in England.
From 18 to 21 I practically put myself through university by nightclub event promotion, the success of which was usually solely contingent on how much people spent on the bar.
Now at 22, I work for a youth advertising agency in Brissie called FRESH. Friday night work functions often turn into Saturday morning stroll home in my work get-up.
This blog is about how my life will change when you take alcohol out of the picture for a year. Just to see what happens. I will be posting my story, the latest research and advertising campaigns all in an effort to answer the age-old question…
Why do we binge drink?