A smithwright and tailor are, also, good trades ; but spirits being so cheap, too many fall into the drink.

It was a matter of a few minutes to dress him and soon the smell of fresh frying fish floated over the river, enticing everyone within nose-shot.

After everyone left around one or two in the morning, we would crash for the night, get up in the morning to do something like “cabrewing” where we would take the remaining beers out in a boat, only to stop drinking for an hour or two before getting cleaned up to go to work.

Commenting on his bachelorhood in a debate on marital ethics was a bit below the belt, don't you think?