Cheers to not always having a drink.
We’ve had some laughs, haven’t we. Or have we? Because the best memories throughout our relationship are scattered – like confetti through a wood chipper. In fact – we’re thinking we might need to call last drinks. ‘Soft cock’ will come the collective cry from the crowd of real men – blokes who look upon such an approach as weak. Worse still, they’ll wail, “A man who doesn’t drink is un-australian.” And this is the issue. For too long, alcohol, through no fault of your own, you’ve been heralded as part of what it means to be Australian – a central liquid component of the local experience; as Aussie as a ute, a kelpie, mosquitoes on a wet summer’s night or having at least one mate called Dutchy. As Australians, we all too regularly champion those with an ever-fexible drinking arm: Bob Hawke, not only an infuential Labor leader, but, more importantly, a man who could smash a yard glass/schooner/tin like few others. David Boon – more of us can recall his record beer consumption en route to London than his impressive career batting average. Shane Warne – king of spin, even better boozer. Amid the increased debates about lockout laws and the need to curb alcoholic-related violence, now’s the time to face up to the fact we’re a nation of pissheads. And admit the need to act – to tweak the societal acceptance we, like no other nation, have for supporting the daily binging of booze. No, we’re not turning into a bunch of wowsers – what we’re saying is keep things tidy. You know, there’s nothing wrong with occasionally saying, ‘No’. It doesn’t make you less of a man – if anything, it shows of a greater strength.