A few years back I told my wife that as a New Year's resolution I was going to have a glass of wine with dinner each day. Supposed to be good for the heart and all, you know.

So I laid in some quite drinkable box wine and started. Long about the end of February she asked me if I was ever going to finish that wine. I replied, sheepishly, that I'd pretty much forgotten about it.

She laughed and said, "You know, you'd make a lousy drunk. You forget to drink."