One month in and life has finally given me a spare moment to make my first post. You may know me as Mariko’s ball and chain or the Clyde to her Bonnie, but you may to refer to me as Esquire Beavon.

Abstinence from intoxication is nothing new for me. At the age of eighteen I decided to stop being a ‘Beavon’ and gave up all intoxicants and walked the line. For three years I didn’t drink, the two years that followed that I only drank maybe once every couple of months and only in the last year has binge drinking become a habit.

So this brief revisit to abstinence is more of a short break and in support of my Bonnie-lass (yes, you may make a whipping action with association sound effect). I am interested to see if I go through all the stages that come with being a sober socialite; the questions, the awkwardness, the stamina to stay out, reassuring the drinking/drunk friends that become insecure because your not.

So far so good. I thought this time might be a little harder as I enjoy having that one drink after a hard day, a long week or particularly hard exam block (maybe more than one in the later case). The difference this time round is the fact that I am a strong believer in moderation; I don’t believe abstinence is best (neither is full blown indulgence). Being able to decide to not drink, to have one or two, or to go get legless all make up the wonder of life. Moderation is good, but being able to experience the extremes makes life interesting.

So here’s to getting to know me second time round.

Esquire Beavon