I don't drink
I watched a neighbour of mine walk slowly back from the pub yesterday. From the way he was favouring his foot and despite his having said he is recovering from a sprained ankle I could tell at once it was gout. The focused expression on the face, waiting expectantly for the pain to kick in should he make the slightest mistake in his step is a clear giveaway. Just think, two years ago that would have been me, instead I have been running round the garden being chased by my cat.