I've thought about cycling to Paris for a cancer charity, or maybe climbing some kind of hideous cold mountain, but that, my friends, would be far too easy. So I am not drinking any alcohol in January for Cancer Research UK. That's right, no free wine at art galleries, no beer at birthdays and NO GIN. Seriously. I bloody hate that pesky cancer. Apparently other people are embarking on this hideous life choice too. They call us Dryathletes. It would be delightful if you could spare some pennies to encourage me to stay on the wagon. Every pound helps Cancer Research UK bring forward the day when all cancers are cured. Cheers. The Dryathlete’s Oath I promise that I shall take part in Dryathlon™, respecting and abiding by the rules which govern it, committing myself to a month without alcohol, in the true spirit of do-gooding, for the glory of Dryathletes and the honour of Cancer Research UK. OH GOD OH GOD WHY DID I DO THIS???!!!!