The cattle's boiled, Vic.

Great, perfect timing. Just a dash of milk for me, please, mate.

Here you go. Should we get started then?

Have you ever woken up on a Sunday morning and said, I'm never drinking again,

and then found yourself waving 50 bucks at a barman by happy hour?

Are you wondering why everyone else can stop at one,

while you head to a dodgy after-party with a weird bloke called Disco Dave?

If so, it might be time to take a deeper look at your relationship

with your reliable social crutch, alcohol.

On each episode, we'll investigate our own dysfunctional dealings with booze

and find out if it's possible to stop this deeply ingrained habit

before things get too messy.

Yep, we're going to open up a shame shed of humiliating drinking stories

to help you understand why waking up from a booze coma each weekend with a kebab sticking out of your top pocket might actually be negatively impacting your health.

Hamish and I are here to delve into what it's like being sober. An unwanted warts and all look into why giving up those cheeky pints or putting down those mummy wines will make you feel happier, help your anxiety

in mental health and turn you into the most sparkly authentic version of you.

Won't that mean I become boring though, Vic?

Well, Hamish, we'll just have to wait and see. I'm Victoria Vanstone. I'm Hamish Adams

Cairns. And this is sober awkward. So Vic, what is the weirdest thing that you've ever

craved? In sobriety? Just in life, I reckon. Including pregnancies. Yeah, including pregnancies. Well,

one of the weirdest things I've ever craved is whiskey. Right. Do you even like whiskey? No, I can't stand it. Because that's the point. It's weird cravings, isn't it? Things are out of the blue. I need a lot of context for this. Okay, because it's so weird, isn't it? I never drank whiskey as a drinker. The only time I ever drank it was when I used to play a game called Please, sir, can I have some More? Oh, a lot of a twist themed, is it? It was when me and my mates used to get back from a night of clubbing, so it would be like 3 o'clock or 4 o'clock or whenever it was, 8 o'clock in the morning, and would be so stoned that we'd all forgotten our own names, that sort of level of intoxication. And then someone would get out a bottle of Glenn Fiddick and you had to do a shot of it without wincing or what's the word? Oh, like a poker face. Yes, like a poker face. And then you'd have to hold your glass out and go, please, sir, can I have some more without flinching? Sure. Yeah, and that was the game.

So that was the only time I ever drank whiskey, which was probably not the best time to drink it anyway. You've craved it since then.

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