Dry January is tougher than it sounds. Well, for me anyway. It’s now been some 28 days since I’ve had a drink, and you should see what that means for my campaigning strategy. ‘Ginger beer? Lemonade?’ Pub-goers around the country can’t believe it when I walk in and whisper my order over the bar. The fact is they don’t believe I’m really doing it. ‘I’m not all spin and bluster like those other lads,’ I usually reply. ‘If I promise I’m going to do something, I’ll bloody well do it.’ Still, I can’t say it’s never going to tempt me again. Especially not given the week I’ve had.
It all started in Milan. We jumped on the easyJet from Gatwick on Monday morning for a lunch meeting with the Casaleggios, the geniuses behind Italian comedian-turned-politician Beppe Grillo, who got eight million votes at the last Italian general election.
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