Who are the people who are always crying the blues? Who do you know who reeks of self-pity? Who keeps getting beat up for no reason at all? Whose eyes are bleary and bloodshot?
It's those who spend the night with a bottle, for whom drinking is serious business.
Don't judge wine by its label, or its bouquet, or its full-bodied flavor.
Judge it rather by the hangover it leaves you with - the splitting headache, the queasy stomach.
Do you really prefer seeing double, with your speech all slurred,
Reeling and seasick, drunk as a sailor?
"They hit me," you'll say, "but it didn't hurt; they beat on me, but I didn't feel a thing. When I'm sober enough to manage it, bring me another drink!"