The day I tried to match Churchill drink for drink
. . . and I have a book for the first person to provide some reasonable proof they have accomplished the task. A written account, and reliable witness would do.
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"By my age (40), Churchill had already fought in the Boer War, escaped from a prison camp, written 11 books and served as Home Secretary. Alongside this appetite for work and adventure, he had also acquired a seemingly gargantuan capacity for food and drink, which he kept until his final days.
He died 50 years ago this month - the anniversary of his funeral will be marked later this week -- at the ripe age of 90. A miracle, considering he had drunk an estimated 42,000 bottles of Pol Roger champagne through his life; he thought nothing of starting the morning with cold game and a glass of hock and ending it at 3am with the best part of a bottle of cognac.
To get a flavour of his extraordinary lifestyle, one formed during the Edwardian era, I set myself the challenge of spending the day drinking what he drank in a typical 24-hour period.
This may sound like one of the less arduous journalistic tasks, but I can assure you that it was surprisingly difficult - not just to physically consume what he put away, but also to pin down how much he really did consume."
I wish I were 40 again!
Hat tip: Instapundit A MAN’S GOT TO KNOW HIS LIMITATIONS: The day I tried to match Churchill drink for drink.