21 days in

Okay 21 days in is a bit of a lie, but since New Years I have only smoked and drank on one occasion. I was very proud of the fact that I lasted 14 days, 2 weeks with out touching a drop or sparking up . . . . . or even getting one into me. Then, of course, Kate Brennan's birthday slash going away party comes along, this was going to be impossible to get through.

I said to myself, Fuck it, I would reward myself for being so good up to now, 14 days, I was very impressed with myself, it is funny that even in my thirtieth year I still manage to impress myself. How would I reward myself? I would go on the fucking rip. But this was all on one condition, that I jumped back on the wagon as soon as Sunday hit. Kate's party was on the Friday so I waited until that clock hit twelve midnight, it was Saturday, officially, lets get stuck into it for the next day. 24 hours, 80 smokes, 30 beers, 8 little fellas, a 2CB and a bag of weed later I pass out in my own bed, in my own place would you believe. That was the fucking craic!


Me in the middle of having craic - 15th Jan '11

I wake up back on the wagon again. I go another week and here I am, at the forefoot of another weekend. I really don't want to do anything mad because I'm going to London next week and I will certainly be drinking there.

'Then just don't drink or smoke or give it the big boy shit this weekend' I hear you saying

Easier said than done, it's my mate Paddy Canada's going away thing in the Sugar Club on Saturday night, we're all checking out Ali Shaheed Muhammad from A Tribe Called Quest and I have no doubt in my mind that by the end of Saturday, we will be throwing our hands up in the air and wavin them around like we just don't care. First weekend in February doesn't have anything . . . i think . . . does it?



I hope I can hold it together - wish me luck!