Apologies for the absence. It was triggered by a visit to the doctor where the bollocking to end all bollockings was administered. Remember that scene from Super Size Me, where the film-maker (a man skilled in stating the bleeding obvious) was warned that continuing on his month long crusade of McDonalds exclusivity would do lasting damage? Worse than that.
It was my own fault. The chap was reading from the results of a check-up and asked some casual questions about my lifestyle:
"Drink?"
"Whenever I can"
"Exercise?"
"Do bedroom marathons count?"
"No"
"Oh, then no..."
"Food?"
"My friends call me 'Captain Carb'"
And so it was that the genial doctor who amiably prescribed viagra for a slightly upset stomach turned into a task master more suited to one of Oliver Stone's slightly skewed interpretations of the Vietnam war rather than a sympathetic family physician.
It would seem that the year of debauchery (slightly extended) is at an end. I have a sheet of goals to achieve and the warning "You'll take this seriously if you want to see your daughter graduate from University." I presume he meant I wouldn't be around, rather than any inside knowledge of First-Born's academic prowess he might possess.
I reacted in the same way as anyone. I went on a 4 day bender. With the completion of the leftover curry from last night I feel I'm ready.
Well, once that crate of Leffe is finished of course...
The weekend, however, was a great adventure. Photos to follow.
