After all everyone is constantly searching for their next fix!
But like alcohol everyone has their own unique tastes when it comes to it:
Some may prefer a cool, crisp, dry white wine (I’m thinking David Duchovny – very preppy)
Whilst other may prefer a dark, full-bodied, inviting red wine (probably along the lines of Keanau Reeves – dark and broody)
Then of course there’s a Rose – a light feminine wine but it hits all the right notes (definitely the metro sexual here, someone in tune with their feminine side – David Beckham please stand up)
Obviously, everyone has a dalliance they are not particularly proud of, now that would be like drinking the cheapest plonk out there – seriously as near to methanol as you could possibly get – think Thunderbird!!
With spirits you go for the slow intoxication of the senses until everything is numb and you have no idea what planet you are on and all you can think of is the warmth you feel radiating from your centre.
If you prefer shots – you must like it fast and furious – over as soon as it starts type thing – and you just keep going back for more!
Cocktails assume the personality of someone who likes to mix it up (and yes, I am going to go for a whole list of cocktail clichés now) – sex on the beach followed by an earthquake which will induce a screaming orgasm and several other orgasms. Then whilst you are enjoying a bit of hanky-panky with your savoy affair, the old Etonian will place you in the sidecar of his Vesper Martini and drive up Pall Mall and take you for a long slow screw up against a wall (I could go on, but I won’t – who knew there were so many ‘names’ for cocktails?)
Then we up the game and head for champagne.
The upper echelon of the alcohol kingdom.
Dizzy, fizzy and totally out of your league – but we should all taste champagne at some point in our life. I like pink champagne 😉
Not that I drink – I’ve sipped pink champagne at weddings and do like it better than normal champagne – but on the whole I don’t drink at all.
And therein methinks lies the rub.
No addiction to alcohol = no addiction to love.
(I’m stuffed! 😉 )