At the end of a busy week, I’m dreaming of getting home, opening the fridge and pouring myself a glass of a crisp, white wine. On nights out with friends, I look forward to sipping on cocktails. Inevitably, the night ends with a couple of shots.

When too many of these occasions cluster together, I always commit to cutting back the following week “to give my liver a break”. That’s the only organ I ever pay much mind to when it comes to drinking, as, famously, alcohol kills off liver cells. I’m guilty, as I presume many others are, of not thinking about how drinking is hitting my brain.

The Telegraph London