As one who likes the occasional countdown, only 4 days, or 105 hours or 6316 minutes to go until that first elusive drink. So here are my 6 illustrations of the last 6 months and times where you, them and normally I would have had a drink...
1. Christmas and New Year. Everyone who said this would be tough sober you were kind of right. It was certainly a sacrifice of not trying the home-made Christmas Pudding (took me a day sat by the steamer to make) and Nana's Sherry Trifle (note that this includes a whole bottle of sherry). At least I could entertain people with my new harmonica.
2. Friends offering me a drink (numerous events). All of a sudden, many of you have turned ever so generous. I think I have been offered enough free beers, expensive malt whiskies, irish coffees, crabbies, cider and real ales to last me a life time. I've remember every one of these offers and will be taking you up on them!
3. My first sober night out. Twas a summers day, Manchester. I knew it wasn't going to be typical when I was made to do pressups in the middle of the bar because I said "mine" yeah thats right, I said it. Then, a 30- year old Northern Irish woman wouldn't stop talking to me. Then we went out to a bar where some oik refused to serve me a red bull because he said I must be drunk not to be drinking!
4. It's Halloween, Bronwyn is in Madagascar and I got a trip to Durham. However, part of the plan that was not revealed until my arrival was the requirement for a costume. My usual solace in such situations is having a few and feeling less embarrassed about it all... perhaps not. At least the face paint preserves some of my dignity right?!
5. Alanna's Wedding: Hey, everyone know's that everyone gets drunk at Weddings. Or at least toasts the bride with a cheeky Champagne. Ok, I feel bad for putting this in because it is ultimately Alanna's big day... and I have to say that I had a great time. Thanks for the invite!
6. Bronwyn: she is Canadian, does a terrible impression of my British accent in the morning, sings in the afternoon and drinks my prized Japanese Whisky in the evening. And to top it all off she goes away to Madagascar for 12 weeks... it does make one tempted every now and then. No, only kidding, she does make up for it... I promise.
I've not done all this for nothing, and I am still owed around £800 in pledged and unpaid donations. Log on to http://www.justgiving.com/andrew-crossland. I promise it will make you feel good.
Thats:
1. Christmas and New Year. Everyone who said this would be tough sober you were kind of right. It was certainly a sacrifice of not trying the home-made Christmas Pudding (took me a day sat by the steamer to make) and Nana's Sherry Trifle (note that this includes a whole bottle of sherry). At least I could entertain people with my new harmonica.
2. Friends offering me a drink (numerous events). All of a sudden, many of you have turned ever so generous. I think I have been offered enough free beers, expensive malt whiskies, irish coffees, crabbies, cider and real ales to last me a life time. I've remember every one of these offers and will be taking you up on them!
3. My first sober night out. Twas a summers day, Manchester. I knew it wasn't going to be typical when I was made to do pressups in the middle of the bar because I said "mine" yeah thats right, I said it. Then, a 30- year old Northern Irish woman wouldn't stop talking to me. Then we went out to a bar where some oik refused to serve me a red bull because he said I must be drunk not to be drinking!
4. It's Halloween, Bronwyn is in Madagascar and I got a trip to Durham. However, part of the plan that was not revealed until my arrival was the requirement for a costume. My usual solace in such situations is having a few and feeling less embarrassed about it all... perhaps not. At least the face paint preserves some of my dignity right?!
5. Alanna's Wedding: Hey, everyone know's that everyone gets drunk at Weddings. Or at least toasts the bride with a cheeky Champagne. Ok, I feel bad for putting this in because it is ultimately Alanna's big day... and I have to say that I had a great time. Thanks for the invite!
6. Bronwyn: she is Canadian, does a terrible impression of my British accent in the morning, sings in the afternoon and drinks my prized Japanese Whisky in the evening. And to top it all off she goes away to Madagascar for 12 weeks... it does make one tempted every now and then. No, only kidding, she does make up for it... I promise.
I've not done all this for nothing, and I am still owed around £800 in pledged and unpaid donations. Log on to http://www.justgiving.com/andrew-crossland. I promise it will make you feel good.
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