Oh, the kettle's boiled. Excellent timing. I'll just make myself a quick cupper, take a deep breath and pretend I know exactly what I'm doing. Right, let's get started.

Have you ever woken up on a Sunday morning with massive anxiety and said to yourself, I'm never drinking again,

only to find yourself waving 50 bucks at a barman by happy hour. Do you ever wonder why everyone

else can stop at one while you end up at a dodgy after party holding hands with a weird bloke

called Disco Dave? If so, it might be time to take a closer look at your reliable social crutch alcohol.

On this podcast, I investigate my own deeply dysfunctional dealings with booze and find out what

it's really like navigating this alcohol-drenched world, one fizzy water at a time.

I'm going to open up a shame shed of humiliating drinking stories to help you understand why

waking up with one eyebrow missing and a kebab sticking out of your top pocket might actually

be negatively impacting your health. So what happens when you put down those cheeky pints and

finally let go of those rewarding mummy wines? I guess we're just going to have to wait and see.

I'm Victoria Vanstone and this is sober awkward. I'm just sitting here giggling at an email I just got.

There's something I do that's very cozy every two weeks which is go to my local writers group

where I'm the youngest by about 40 years,

probably, and I sit around with all these people and we all read something that we've written,

and it's all very sweet and jolly and lovely.

And the emails that I get are very funny.

I just got one that the last line is, biscuit type brand suggestions are welcome until Monday morning.

I wonder what would happen if I suggested a biscuit type after Monday morning.

Or would I get in trouble?

But yes, I've definitely put an order in for some jammy dodgers and a couple of Garibaldies.

I do a few cosy things because as I met Sarah Rusbatch last week, I'm trying to sort out mind-tie nervous system, which isn't

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