Hooked on hydration

A return to small-sized water bottles? Our columnist will drink to that.

- WORDS by AMANDA BLAIR

Back in the late 1980s, I read an article about Australia's own supermodel Elle Macpherson. She said the key to her beauty was water and lots of it - AT LEAST 10 glasses a day. So, at five-foot-two and slightly over my ideal BMI, I decided to drink to Elle, AT LEAST 10 glasses a day. I skulled, sipped and swilled, waiting for changes to my physical form. I drank to growing at least eight inches taller, to elongated legs, my skin tone turning olive and to long, healthy hair. I drank to plump cheeks and a radiant complexion.

Sadly, the modelling contracts never arrived, the transformation never took place, and I stayed the same old me - but my liver and kidneys got better looking, which is not a bad thing. I've developed a lifelong love of our most precious resource - water - and it's my drink of choice in nearly every situation, except when I enjoy a brandy and dry while watching Antiques Roadshow. When Bunny Campione reveals that a teddy bear dressed in Aberdeen tartan is worth 10,000 pounds, well, I need something appropriate in my glass to cheer with, don't I?