My name's Will and I'm a social alcoholic. It's been 11 months, 11 days and 22 hours since my last drink.
19 DAYS AND TWO HOURS TIL BOOZE O'CLOCK!
Today was a very special anniversary.
On December 12 last year I went to see Tenacious D play a gig in Manchester.
Despite Manchester lying just 35 miles east of Liverpool, this event required me to take not one but two days off work.
We had to take the Tuesday off to ensure that we got to Manchester with plenty of time spare to get drunk before the concert.
And we had to take the Wednesday off to ensure we had plenty of time spare to get even drunker after the concert.
Naturally, we also had to fork out for Travelodge rooms because none of us were willing to drive home, and we knew we'd be drinking until well after the last train.
It did not strike me until some time on Tuesday afternoon how ridiculous this was, and how much my life revolved around booze. I was not physically addicted to drink, but I never even tried to envisage a social event without it.
It was at this precise moment that I was struck by the idea of a sober year, and I still remember breaking the news to the lads in some grubby little boozer in Manchester that very night - before I lost my nerve or forgot all about it - that I would not touch a drop during 2007.
There have been a few times this year when I regretted being struck by that particular thunderbolt - and deciding to act on it - but there have been many more times when I was glad of it.
That doesn't mean I'm not gasping for a pint on January 1, though.
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