My mum drank every night, it seamed to go in phases what she drank, the Martini phase, the gin and tonic phase and the barley wine phase, these are the only ones I remember. She would always let me have a sip, I think I was the only one of us that used to ask. I suspect this is where I got used to the taste and began to like it (canny drink Martini for all the tea in china now though).
When I left home I hardly ever drank, the odd day in a year I'd go for a few at the pub with my best friend from very young childhood, now my husband. I didn't drink much until 2010, March 2010 to be precise, I'd left hospital, during my madness, after 4.5 months and felt I shouldn't be around the children so I moved into a pokey flat in town, lived through the madness and drank like a fish
Now I'm back home and I could still drink every night, I miss it dreadfully, but I stick with just four bottles on a Friday. I do like the taste of a strongish beer like Riggwelter or McEwans Champion. I always thought it odd that my mothers drinking didn't make any of us a drinker in our late teens or twenties or thirties, my siblings hardly ever do still, I have been the only one to loose the plot like my mother in the end.
As to my 20 year old, he hates the taste of all alcohol, never liked it and probably never will, he drinks with his mates, get's totally totaled with them when they get together during the summers, but he's had enough, he hates feeling that he has to join in to be part of the party and get as drunk as his friends, I think they've seen the last of James going on 18-30 holidays and heavily drinking all night and clubbing.
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