Merry New 2005

Hadn't realised it had been as long ago as November that I'd last posted. But then, December was a messy, drunken affair. Importantly, though, despite the fact that today I have just felt like crawling into bed, I got to see James, Gerry, Carrie, Shaun and Colin. Although Wednesday (the first encounter with the Old Class) now seems like weeks ago.

The plan ought to have been to stay from Wednesday to Friday (NYE) and escape before a third night's dhrink took its toll. But, in Aunti Annie's, Dr Collins suggested staying on for the night, with no particular plan in mind. Interestingly, I looked up at a sign above where we were stationed, while himself was at the bar, and saw the words "30 Days, No Excuses", in Jack Daniels lettering. Now, clearly, what I took from this was not what the advertising agency intended, because I have now decided that January is going to be booze-free. Started alright today, but there's another 29 days (technically 30, fair enough, but what odds?) to go, and a great deal of generally being back amongst some real hallians.

And what meself and Mr S are likely to do the next time I'm up in Charlton is beyond me. The Bluewater day was a stunning exception in the otherwise drink-addled history of our friendship since before we left school! But sure it's all a mini adventure. And now I think about it, Mr M and the rest are doing something similar with that little-known breakfast fella, so maybe it's good timing after all. Certainly, I can't do this any more. That bad night's sleep I had on Tuesday night really didn't do me any favours, and by Thursday night in the Empire, I had hit the "I'm too old for this, I don't like it any more, I want to go home, boo-hoo" stage. Brilliant.

But made up for it lastnight. The middle day, as always, practically gone.

Enough of this for now. Need to get some fix-me sleep. HNY!