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Dryathlon - just a week to go

OK, so there are eight more evenings but I have come this far so I don't expect to fail now.

I do have a question for any scientifically minded readers: why, if I have never suffered a hangover in my life, am I now, after over three weeks of abstinence, waking up with headaches. Is my body finally waking up to the fact that something is different? Perhaps, if I kept this going another month, I would actually lose a couple of pounds. Hmmm. No, I don't think I need to test that possibility.

Another tasting this morning whilst I stood by and sniffed. This time a local (very good) restaurant which will remain nameless until they either buy some wines (in which case it is clearly the best and most discerning restaurant in the are) or not (in which case, well, all being well I won't need to go there). A selection of Italians was sampled with the reds very well received, especially the Dolcetto and Barbaresco from Nada Giuseppe, the Barbera 'San Lorenzo' from Cascina Saria, the 2007 Barolo from Serradenari and two of the wines from Puglia: Leccisi's Salento and the '1952' Brindisi Riserva from Sampietrana. They were all a delight to smell; another week and I will delight in tasting them.

Several friends who started out on this dry binge have succumbed so I am in the very happy position of being able to smile smugly - or, at least, I will be when they start reappearing on 1st February!

Thanks, as always, to everyone who has supported this monumental effort and, to anyone who hasn't but has a couple of quid to spare, you really couldn't donate it to a better cause.

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