Dry January is tougher than it sounds. Well, for me anyway. It’s now been some 28 days since I’ve had a drink, and you should see what that means for my campaigning strategy. ‘Ginger beer? Lemonade?’ Pub-goers around the country can’t believe it when I walk in and whisper my order over the bar.
Nigel Farage
Nigel Farage’s diary: How I survived Dry January
Plus: What’s next for Greece, and why I’m glad to see the back of Amjad Bashir
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