My name's Will and I'm a social alcoholic. It's been eight months, 22 days and 18 hours since my last drink.
I.O.U one proper blog entry. It's been too long, and there has been so much to write about. Even in the last 48 hours, potential boozing moments have included:
1. My triumphant return to the UK, which saw me choosing to go to Penny Lane Wine Bar instead of my bed, despite the fact I hadn't slept in 48 hours.
2. A trip to Anfield to watch my beloved Birmingham hold the allegedly mighty Reds to a 0-0 draw. (Doesn't sound that exciting, I know. But success is relative, and Blues fans have to enjoy the few crumbs of comfort that come our way.)
3. A post-match night out in Liverpool. As in a proper night out, with bars and nightclubs and dancing (y'know, reeeeally dancing) and taxis and kebabs.
4. Sunday lunch at Hannah and Gregg's. OK, so that in itself does not present much of a booze risk but it is the first time I have seen them as a couple since they hit us with the news that they are moving to Abu Dhabi in December. I'm gutted, and am seriously considering cutting short this booze-ban in order to enjoy their send-off party properly.
However, all of that will have to wait for another time, as I'm now off to watch Frank Skinner at the Royal Court. I might even ask him for some tips on giving up booze.
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