Well, having stopped taking the pills as of last week, I appear to have fallen off the wagon.
Still, 3 weeks without alcohol is some sort of record so I think a round of applause is called for. In addition, it was all The Uncle's fault. He took me out, forced me to drink all that lovely T.E.A. and then came back to mine to make a dent in the crate of Leffe and talk about John Peel.
Its funny, he's 50 and I'm 32. Yet we both have our favourite Peel sessions and an awful lot of them overlap.
Happy days. 'Night all.
