Um gajo apercebe-se que está do lado certo da ciência quando...

A New Scientist publica artigos destes:

"A bottle of wine, then rise and shine. Beers without the tears. Could no-regrets drinking become a reality?

WHY is it that when you step into a bar for a glass or two of cheer, you so often leave with five drinks' worth of impending doom? All you wanted was to loosen up, have some fun, unleash the gregarious you stuck somewhere in sobriety. Yet it is all too likely that this feel-good glow will be followed by a hard-luck chaser. Several drinks later, you stumble home, clumsy, belching and battling to stay awake. Your judgement's shot: you urinate in a doorway, stuff down two kebabs and narrowly escape getting killed on the road. At home, your partner declares you disgusting and, though you rant defiantly, you know it's true."

É que bate tudo certo, até os dois kebabs!!