This is one of the stranger antidotes to drunkenness that’s come my way, and I’m still musing – does it make sense? Would I want to do it? What’s the logic here?

Esquire has a blog on how to drink all night and not get drunk, by Aaron Goldfarb. It’s well-written and fun and very Esquirish (women tolerated, but the writing is for men).

I used to bake my own bread and while I love the smell of the yeast going to work in the oven I’ve never been keen on the smell or taste of it pre-leavening. Starting a night of drinking with this doesn’t have much appeal and, having learned to drink a bit less in order not to be caught for drunk driving, I know it’s not really that painful to say no thanks to glasses 2, 3, 4 and 5.

And then again, I guess it’s one way of being a more responsible drinker, assuming it works.

But I’m not a guy watching football with the buddies in America.

And I’m not sure what would happen if the police stopped my car and found a bag of white powder in my pocket. Interesting conversation would follow, I’m pretty sure!