Falling Off the Wagon

I went to the pub and was bullied - well not that hard - into a drink which I really didn't fancy. I supped less than a fifth of it over an hour, made my excuses and left. I felt a bit bad for not going out properly with Aaron on his leaving do but I want to at least last a week off the ale.

And the fact that the beer was Carling sort of helped. ;)

Anyway I'm not counting the fifth of a pint - that's like a teetotaller suffering a sip of wine to raise a glass for something. He he.

Day Something or Other, 6 I Think - Wobbling

Wobbling, after two days of being good in the pub and one alcohol free friday lunchtime - the four o'clock friday night post work pint is calling....aghhhh.....

:(

First Test - Day 3

This morning my boss asked me to go to a pub quiz, I made my excuses. Normally the answer would have been 'Oh alright then.' so I guess that means I passed the first test...albiet a small one.

Last Nights Party

Tim introduced me to this website, I really don't know why he's been looking at it. ;)

I Have This.

Taken from http://www.rupissed.com/hangoverintensity.html

The "I've Been Drunk For 3 Days" Hangover

Now you're wading into serious waters. You partied in grand style Friday night, got an early start Saturday but still managed to still go the distance. Saturday afternoon was a blast but around 10pm you noticed you still had your sunglasses on and couldn't remember the sun going down. Sunday was basically auto-pilot with your body subconsciously doing a re-run of Saturday with no conscious effort required on your part - drink, fall down, get back up, repeat. Now it's Monday and you're no longer able to speak and ghost beatniks pound your skull like a bongo. You can't eat, and sleep won't help. You have no concept of time. Day, night, all you know is that you are conscious. You pass out on the bathroom floor and wake up to somebody whispering your name, but you can't turn around to see them.

Cure: House cleaning, scratchy country blues CDs, long showers, religion, masturbation, re-hab, French cinema & cuisine

Avoid: Cheap beer, Brady Bunch re-runs, parents, crowded places

No Booze - Day Two

I feel poisoned...There is not a cats chance in hell that I would even look at booze today....I can't remember ever having a hangover that gets worse on the second day before. Maybe I am genuinely ill like Gemma was on Sunday afternoon. Or maybe its like what Tim said, the three pints of real ale did it (and not the five, six, seven pints of other beer and cider followed by bottles of wine).

I feel sick.

Today was easy too.

No Booze - Day One

Well day one is pretty easy... ;)

Have read a few blogs of people who have done this before. Firstly Spaceman, who's tactic was to not go out at all (which I think is cheating) and then Rikke Bruntse-Dahl (Part One, Part Two) but she didn't actually manage 30 days which is definately cheating!

A Month Off Booze

I have had an extremely heavy weekend on the alcomohol, starting off on Thursday night with free wine and beardstrokelectonica at Hello Digital and head wetting session in the Country Girl, followed on Friday with a marathon post-work/Emma's birthday session, rounded off with a trip to Fuzztival in Sheffield with Tim and Gemma.

I think maybe this weekend I have polished off the best part of three weeks recommended alcohol intake in three days. Detrimental to my health? I would have thought so. So this afternoon whilst feeling rather sick on the train home have decided that I should abstain from alcohol for the Month of November.

But then I realised that maybe I can't do that having a few Birthdays towards the end of the month so instead I have decided to go 30 days from my last drink which was a half bottle of wine at half one-ish this morning which think will take me to about half-one Nov 24th.

Sticking points will be Aaron's leaving do on Friday, the Release the Bats ATP party on Saturday, the Home of Metal night in a couple of weeks time, Francios K at the Custard Factory, Joey Beltram at the Que Club....hmmmm.

Ellen Allien and Amsterdam

I should be in Amsterdam now. I am not. A few weeks ago I went to see Modeselektor and Ellen Allien at Fabric, they were both extraordinarily average. Fabric was hideously busy and I found myself wondering why I had left the pub with Nick in Hertford. I wasn't having a shit time but if I had been in Brum I probably would have cut my losses and gone home.

I think sometime sober at three or four in the morning I began to wonder whether or not I should be going to the Amsterdam Dance Event on my own. I think after an age of having nobody who shares the same interests and been left with the decision either to go it alone or give up you eventually give up and don't go. Well perhaps this isn't true and maybe it was just a bad night and maybe I was just disappointed with Fabric/Ellen Allien/Modeselektor. But what ever the reason I made the decision to not go.

I am kind of regretting the decision now because my flight left two hours ago and I would probably be enjoying a beer at a dutch bar. And I always have an ace time going away on my own meeting random people who are also on there own. And the last two times I have been away I have had ladies show me their bristols. he he....

Snot all bad, I won't be spunking a billion pound up the wall, I'm going to the very much "work related" Hello World Conference tomorrow, tis pay day friday and also Emma's birthday and I'm off to sunny Sheffield Saturday for Gemma's pre-birthday-birthday party and maybe I'll stay up long enough to catch some Fright Night...So I can't really complain..and maybe I will be spunking a billion billlion billllllion pounds up the wall...

And Ellien Allien is still rather lovely even if she was shit.

;)