"Binge drinking" is big news.
Nicky embraced the challenge at first
The media is full of images and stories of Britain's increasing culture of heavy boozing - particularly among young women.
Tony Blair has labelled it as "a new British disease".
The police are saying it's a nightmare.
The judiciary are saying it's out of control.
And some doubt the new licensing laws
will do anything to help.
Sipping two large glasses of Chardonnay officially makes me a binge drinker - but in that case, surely the majority of the British population are too?
In July, I decided to immerse myself in alcohol for a month and become a 20-something-year-old binge-drinking woman.
It may have been an unconventional journalistic approach, but as a "participant observer" I decided to take on the life and culture of the people I was studying to gain a true insider's perspective.
At the same time I planned to observe them with the eye of a detached, objective scientist.
But even I had to admit this might be a challenge after six double vodkas.
I started my time in Birmingham. I met up with 30-year-old Ceri, a health club manager and 21-year-old Laura, a nurse.
The girls were good fun and we put back twice what the government recommends for a whole week in just one night.
Ceri climbed a lamp post, Laura was sick in a bag and I danced with a well-oiled pole-dancing man. And so the month began!
I was keen to monitor exactly how my body would be affected. I had Nuala Briggs, a skin care specialist, and Dr Christina Merryfield a dietician on board.
But sustained heavy drinking rapidly lost its appeal
I also approached Professor Robin Touquet, an A&E consultant at St Mary's Hospital London, at the beginning of my experiment.
He refused to monitor me at first and said I was unethical and foolish to even consider such a project.
But he eventually agreed to meet up and explained how life as a binge-drinking woman would affect my health: women have an increased risk of colon cancer, breast cancer, and infertility to name but a few.
My booze-fuelled nights out were Thursday to Sunday each week.
It was good fun at first but I paid the price during the day when I had to get myself to work.
The television crew acted as my memory as mine was shot to pieces.
"Did I really do that?" I often thought to myself.
I was horrified by my behaviour, inhibitions gone, mouth as dirty as a sewer, smoking (even though I'd given up for six months) and constantly abandoning my handbag leaving the runner to go and find it.
I also became quite moody.
By the third week, I felt I was running on half-battery.
On a night out with the Birmingham girls we found a fantastic offer to drink all we wanted for a bargain £7 entrance fee. We drank solidly for four hours.
I began to think: who's to blame?
The drinks industry does have a watchdog, but it was set up and paid for by the same industry it's expected to "watch".
It is estimated that 17 million work days lost a year to binge drinking each year, and the bill to the NHS is thought to be £1.7bn.
Are they not reasons enough for the government to do something?
In my final week, I had one of my biggest binge-dates. But with the mantra "eatin's cheatin" drummed into me by the girls, I was not allowed to eat.
Nuts and two packets of crisps were permissible, but not great for my rapidly expanding waistline - and not much point as they come up to greet me later in the evening.
I became tired and depressed. I wanted it to end and I was so pleased that I had only two more drinking days to go.
As I finally said goodbye to Ceri and Laura on a heaving dance floor at 2am, I wondered if I would see them again.
Ceri is still defiant that there is no problem in drinking upwards of six pints a night.
After four weeks though, it became a habit that I began to tire of.
I sensed Laura was bored of it too. I wondered if this emancipated era between the ages of 20 and 30 is all it is cracked up to be.
Finally, it was over. I had drunk 516 units over a month. I had developed central obesity which meant I was back in my maternity clothes.
I had lost my jawline - and a really nice jacket.
I had increased my chances of liver disease, cancer and alcohol addiction. But I had got off lightly, considering.
And if you're left thinking that my five-night-a-week binge was extreme, remember, it's only what 8.2 million people do in Britain every week.
Nicky's experiences will be featured in Mischief: Binge Drinker on BBC3 on 12 January.