My name's Will and I'm a social alcoholic. It's been 11 months, 12 days and 19 hours since my last drink.
18 DAYS AND FIVE HOURS TIL OBLIVION!
Every blog entry starts with my admission to being a social alcoholic, but I'm not even sure that's true any more..
It's nearly the end of a hard working week and I haven't thought about booze once all day.
One of my best pals has officially emigrated and I don't need a pint to cheer me up.
I'm cooking up a superhot curry downstairs and I don't even care that I won't be having a proper beer with it. (Although I do have a six-pack of non-alcoholic Bitburger Drive - God bless those Germans and their inventiveness in the field of party pooping.)
And even the looming shadow of the Radio City/City Talk Christmas party - which takes place in a pub on Saturday with karaoke and disco dancing - does not make me want to hit the bottle.
I think I'm cured.
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