Oh, the kettles 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 just got back from watching a Disney film which made me cry all the way through.

It was a children's film, I'll admit that, But yeah, I was sobbing on the back row.

It was about beavers. Beavours, for some reason, make me feel quite sad. Not that sort of beaver.

They were actual beavers. But whichever one you're thinking about is fine.

Anyway, I realized something funny the other day that would have probably horrified the old me.

Okay, I've just had Easter.

It's been lovely.

I had the neighbours around, my parents came round, we had a lovely meal, and we did a bit of karaoke.

And every single person there was drinking fizzy water.

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