Drinking Problem

On 23rd June, 2022, I drank a sad, soapy, £17 gin and tonic in a hotel bar in Malmo, and thought ‘I think I’ve had enough.’

I was on holiday, on a supersized midsummer city break in Scandinavia. In Copenhagen, I’d had wine flights, white beer, sipping gin. In the airport lounge, I toasted myself with rosé (crap) and sparkling wine (indifferent), then con…