Work hard, party hard - its all great until you wake up one day, and realise it isn't. Sober since 03/09/15, and blogging about life in real time.
Kind of like an episode of 24.
I have started typing at least 12 blog posts this year (I know because they are saved in my ‘drafts’… where they shall remain…
The other day, I found myself sat on the floor of my workplace office. Cross-legged, arms folded, a defiant ‘and what’ smirked across my
This time last year, I was busy hitting the yoga mat in a drive to finish ‘Dry January’ and keep off the booze for
I recently read the book The Girl on The Train, a thriller in the vein of Gone Girl, and currently being made into a
Water boils in a stainless steel kettle on the stove. Steam rises, hissing and whistling to the window, colliding with November glass. Droplets form,
Wednesday 11th November will mark my 70 days of abstinence from the booze… I’m not counting days, but I am, it helps to quite
Sitting in a South-East London church on a saturday night, clutching a copy of the Big Book, page open somewhere in chapter 11, I
I’ve slept with between 20 and 40 people. As in, had sex with. Sometimes its been in public places, sometimes behind closed doors, sometimes
The table Hexagonal in its facetism Like a spinning wheel Stop point dedicated To a purpose unknown but finite. The players Still dealing, wheeling.
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