I have a glass of red wine a day. I take a resveratrol capsule most days, too – about to start a course that’s paired with nicotinamide. Red wine is good for me. Yes? Yes. Probably. Beer? I’m guessing probably not so much. I wasn’t a big beer drinker for a very long time – working in rural pubs and being around the stink of old beer all day will put many people off it.
Supposedly, the occasional ale will help save me from dementia, lower my cholesterol, add fibre to my system, give me a decent dose of zinc and potassium, de-clot me, strengthen my bones and support my kidneys.
Most importantly, however – beer is currently believed to reduce hypertensive stress. And hypertensive stress is what’s going to kill me, provided nothing else does.
I only drink the good beer. You’ll never see me drink anything off an electronic carbonated tap. Southwold beers off a hand pump – god, I missed those during that year I spent batting around the States. Or Doom Bar out of Cornwall. Christ, I’m talking myself into walking up to the Railway for a pint of Mosaic or Ghost Ship.
I probably shouldn’t be drinking beer. But life’s too short to not drink the good beer. A little of what you fancy does you good, my father once said to me.
Of course, he was actually, literally on his death bed at the time.
I really probably shouldn’t be drinking beer.
FSG reduced the price of the first part of my digital book serial to 99 cents or local equivalent. (UK) (US) and everywhere else in the world on all the other systems like iBooks and Nook and Google and whatever.