A week without beer

Well it had to happen at some point and given this week's about the quietest in my diary for some months, I've decided it's as good a time as any.

I'm going a whole week without beer. Without alcohol of any sort, moreover. Three days in and it's really not proving too difficult, although meeting someone at Mason & Taylor tomorrow evening might provide a stern test.

Several people have already questioned why I'm doing this, but given it seems like I've been drinking pretty solidly since early October last year, I guess that kind of answers the question. And, dare I say it, I'm becoming a bit beered out.

That is to say, there have been so many different varieties I've sampled and seemingly so many more to try that I'm almost overwhelmed. Of course, next week will be a different matter and I'm sure the enthusiasm will have returned, but for the moment, I just cannot be bothered with it.

Which is a shame as I've noticed a few events around town I'd quite like to attend, but I'm sure they'll come round again. But with a weekend away coming up that involves taking the kids to see their grandparents and my niece's party, I'm sure I'll be able to manage manfully for the next few days.

And, of course, there's always Monday and the launch of a book about the beer hunter himself Michael Jackson at The Rake, so falling off the wagon should be a fairly pleasurable and interesting affair too.