As I've discovered, the secret to a happy old age - which often as not is mostly about giving up things - is to give them up so slowly, by the time you stop indulging altogether you no longer care much.
Dinner with wine, ideally a good red, is a fine old French custom. Also with lunch, best with a cold white, and now and then a beaker or two of red, white, whatever for breakfast, to wash down eggs and bacon on the odd occasion I indulge in such heathen food. And a glass or two of rose on the rocks (= with ice cubes) in a champagne glass on a hot, hot summer day.
To me an Asahi beer is like a dry martini with fizz. To be enjoyed ice-cold in a long stemmed glass. Sip slowly. Avoid the add-ons - I dislike pickled onions and I prefer to eat my olives separately, but a paper-thin sliver of lemon or lime goes well in an afternoon Asahitini.
We could now move on to sake, but I rather thing it's best we don't. Liver function and all that.
Now let us return to things photographic. So tell us, Mr Yokohama, what is your next planned Fuji camera purchase?