(Picture: Spill It)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 Ted (not his real name) who is a 29-year-old trader, who lives near St Albans.
We finish at a decent time on Friday, which is good news because I’ve got a stag do.
I go straight from office to airport, and meet the rest of the boys at the airport. We sink a few before the flight. Four beers.
As soon as we’re on the flight I’m out like a light – I got up at 5am to work out. Next thing I know we’re arriving in Italy. The stag is in Florence which is a bit rogue but fine.
We get a bus to the town center (grim) and dump our stuff at the apartment, then straight to the bar. Five or six pints, then we go back to the apartment to sleep. It’s always a mistake to go too big on the first night.
Wake up and look for somewhere to have breakfast. No where does a proper one, so we end up buying slices of grim pizza from a street seller.
First beer opened at 11am.
Some of the boys want to go to a museum but it’s a long queue and art isn’t my thing, so we go for a walk around the town. It’s nice.
We have lunch at some outside pizza place (I have lasagne) and have a few beers and a couple of bottles of wine between us.
We’re supposed to do a segway tour but the guide says we’ve had too much to drink. We argue and agree to come back tomorrow.
No tour, so we go to an Irish pub and start sinking the drinks. Few shots, more beers.
Eventually we go to a club.
Safe to say we’re not feeling well today. We sleep in until 12pm. The curtains in the apartment are shit.
I check my bank and realise I spent €600 last night. Apparently I bought drinks for everyone in the club or something.
We are not going to make the segway tour. Eventually we get up and go downstairs to the nearest bar. We all get coffees. The bravest ones order beer but I can’t face it.
After a couple of hours we’re all ready to try drinking again, we go back to the apartment to shower and change, then out for dinner. Quite civilised, a few bottles of red and a nice pasta.
Cab to the airport, flight at the arse crack of dawn and back in London. Straight to the office.
Long day. Straight home after work, shower, order sushi and straight to bed.
Up early for the gym. Leave work around 9pm.
Get home, drink a beer, go to bed. Realise I forgot to eat supper.
At work at 6.30am, straight through to the evening.
Go for some drinks with a mate. Home at 10pm. Realise I haven’t been home in day light for a while.
Strong day at work. We go out to celebrate after work at a place right by the office. A mate offers me some blow but after a bit of a dicey attachment to it last year I don’t dabble anymore.
Four beers, then home.
Thank f*** it’s Friday. In early, out early. Get home and realise I didn’t make any plans for the weekend.
Open Tinder and see if I can find someone to come over tonight. Turns out I can.
We drink a bottle of white.
Total units: 34
NHS recommended total units: 14
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