above: not the right St. George
I'm currently reading Patrick Leigh Fermor's "Mani" -- not to ruin the suspense for anyone who lives and dies by my book diary. In it, he goes on a wonderful digression about unofficial patron saints that the residents of southern Greece established on their own (mostly, I guess, gods of old adapted to the Christian tradition).
Among them: St. George the Drunkard
According to Fermor, St. G the D "presides over alcoholic excess and smiles on its votaries."
That's all PLF has to say, and the alternate St. George must be pretty obscure because he only turns up two Google hits (for some festival on Crete), but count me in. It makes sense that I've got a patron saint watching over me. I get ruinously drunk from time to time, but word has it I always remain polite, friendly, lovable. There's only two possible explanations for that: my startling mental powers, or a patron saint. Out of humility, I'll go with the saint.