How much wine is too much wine? (Pictures: Getty)Spill it is the series where we get people to anonymously tell us about their drinking habits.
We’re talking to men and women from all over the UK – and other parts of the world – about how much they really drink. Not how much they tell their doctor they drink, or a rough guesstimate, but the unvarnished boozy truth.
This week we’re hearing from Chloe (not her real name) who is a 25-year-old web developer from Walthamstow.
Our office stops work around three on a Friday and brings out free drinks, or puts money behind the bar at the pub. I have three beers in the office and then around five I head off. Some people stay until really late but I usually have a few drinks to be friendly and then go.
I meet my friends at a pub near my office, which is rammed because the weather is nice. We get a bottle of white wine, then another one. Then we move on to another pub around the corner and get another bottle, which is probably a mistake.
I call an Uber home, which is a mistake. I spend the whole thing trying not to throw up the bottle of wine I’ve drunk. I didn’t have dinner.
Make it home without throwing up in cab. Vomit in front garden of house.
Wake up around midday feeling very, very unhealthy. My anxiety is really bad when I’m hungover, which is at least three days a week. Vicious cycle, huh.
I eat some curry I find in the fridge, putting a tikka masala in a wrap I’ve got at the back of my cupboard. Pretty great.
Meet some friends from school at a fancy pub in Fulham. I f*****g hate Fulham.
A bottle of wine is £27 which stops me from getting totally wasted. Drink a bottle and get a nightmarish combination of buses and trains home.
Hungover again. No curry left, so I make a very sad smoothie.
It’s my friend’s birthday so we’ve got to go out for a roast.
Roast costs £25, is dry and served in an extremely hot, very crowded pub. It’s a really nice day outside but we’re sitting inside. I’m stuck at the shit end of the table trying to make conversation with some terminally boring people who work in banking.
Drink half a bottle of red wine to try and numb the pain.
Get home, have a slightly pissed shower, sort my life out ahead of work tomorrow.
Get to work hungover, try not to have panic attack. Make it to the end of day without having one, go home and get into bed around 9pm.
On Tuesday I go to the gym before work. I am furious about this all the way there, but begrudgingly grateful as it shifts the panicky feeling I’ve had for the last few days.
Home around 7, bowl of pasta and bed around 9pm.
Great day at work, decide to celebrate with work friends. We share two bottles of rosé between four. I get home around 9.30, pissed and happy.
Wake up feeling anxious and panicky, angry with myself for drinking last night. Why do I do this?
My best friend asks me for after work drinks. I agree to go but won’t drink.
End up drinking two glasses of wine, which temporarily stops the anxiety.
Check bank account and realise that I’ve hemorrhaged money this week and am really short. Realise this means I won’t be able to go out tonight and feel somewhat grateful for the excuse.
Go home after Friday arvo work drinks and sit in the garden with a beer. Resolve to drink less next week.
Units drunk: 42 units
Units recommended by NHS: 14 units
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