19-08-27 Tuesday - At The Edge Of The Sea 2019

This was the third year I attended At The Edge Of The Sea, and it turned out to be a more sedate affair than previous years, but that was my choice rather than the pace of the event. The format has been the same for a couple of years now; on the Friday night, the Wedding Present put on what approximates a normal gig, i.e., they have a support act and then perform an album plus a few crowd/band favourites. This year, it was Bizarro, which was the album I know, having grown up with it. So I was quite looking forward to the Friday night. The support were John (“I’m John, he’s John, we’re John”), who were a guitar / drums two-piece, but they were loud enough to make us think that there were more of them. I listened to their track “Future Thinker” before going to the Concorde, and I was a bit worried because they seemed quite noisy, but their music made more sense when played live, in a big space.

I met K at the train station; I was expecting M to be there too, but he was working up in London on Friday and so was going to meet us there. K & I had a good chat on the way in, which was nice, and we stopped for a beer at the Mash Tun in Brighton, where I had a low alcohol Laines beer (King Limbo). It was okay, but I wouldn’t have gone for a second, even if there had been time.

We wandered along the seafront to the Concorde II. I always forget how far along it is, but we weren’t in any rush, and K was happy to indulge me and see the support band too. I am always keen to see the support, unless it is someone I definitely don’t like. Even if it’s a band I’ve never heard of, I think it’s polite to turn up, if nothing else. You never know when you might find a gem of a band. In fact, that is how I discovered Beef, and a more recent band (sadly disbanded now) - Sheen. I am relatively short compared to other gig-goers, and I tend to get a bit frustrated when I’ve been standing there enjoying the support bands and then some lanky git (or gits) come and stand in front of me two minutes before the main attraction takes the stage. Still, I’ve gotten used to it over the years.

So I had a Becks Blue, “a tolerable substitute for beer” (I would dispute that), K had a different lager, and we went into the main room to wait for the bands. We did have a chat about whether M would make it, and what the chances were, and then he texted us “I’m here!” and charged through the door just as John played the first chord of their first song.

Now that’s what I call timing! John galloped through their set, they were good. Like I said, they made more sense live, and it was a good warm-up for the main event.

Then it was time for the Wedding Present. They played a couple of other tunes first, before launching into Bizarro, but they also broke up the album with some other songs too, which I wasn’t keen on. I did see Pixies celebrate 25 years of Doolittle a few years ago, and they rattled through the entire album in one go. I would have preferred that approach, but it wasn’t to be. Still, I heard the songs I was expecting; just not in the order I expected them. Or, they were in order, but not sequential. Oh, I don’t know…

Friday night was definitely worth attending, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Of course I remembered most of the tunes, but it was good to revisit them “live ‘n’ loud”, and I listened to the album again when I got home and on Saturday morning.


And then it was Saturday. I wanted to see Cinerama, and they were on early (-ish) at 15:40, so I needed to be in town for then. M & K weren’t coming; M had a ticket, but unfortunately he had other commitments, so it was just me. Cinerama were good, as ever, but there wasn’t any other band I wanted to see at that time, so I popped up to see E and A, along with P who was visiting that weekend. I hadn’t seen her in about 18 years, we calculated, so it was a good catch up. I had a few Heineken Zeroes with them, and then headed back to the Concorde to see the Ukrainians, who were okay, and then The Fallen Women, who are an all-women Fall karaoke band. That was quite good, but very crowded in the bar stage. Then there was the raffle (cue crowd chants of “we’re only here for the raffle”), but I didn’t win anything. I intended to stick around and watch the Wedding Present perform again, but then realised that I’d seen all the songs I liked or knew when they’d performed Bizarro the night before. Plus I was halfway through watching Luke Cage on Netflix and I had an empty house to retire to. I had no reason to stay, so went home.

Overall it was a good event, if slightly less engaging than in previous years, but that was partly due to me being on my own on the Saturday. I think I’ll probably give next year’s bash a miss, even though the details have already been announced. I’ve got a couple more gigs coming up, including Indie Daze 6 and Jesus Jones in Worthing. Then next year, I’ve only gone and bought a ticket to the Great Escape! Really looking forward to that - I’ll be overdosing on new music that weekend!

TTFN.

19-07-26 A Note on the Appointment of B Johnson as Our Prime Minister

In these most desperate of times, it is the small things that are reassuring. A good cup of tea is not affected by a change in occupancy in Downing Street.





And when that cup of tea is served in a favourite mug, brewed strong and milky, with a couple of sweeteners, one could almost believe that there was nothing wrong with the world.

Unfortunately, that is not the case. Johnson is now our Prime Minister, a man who failed as Foreign Secretary, causing more harm to Nazanin Zagari-Ratcliffe. He discussed beating up a journalist with a friend. He was described as a “nasty piece of work” by a BBC journalist, completely correctly in my view. And now this man is our Prime Minister.

That might be enough to make your heart sink, but wait, there’s more....

He has taken it upon himself to appoint Priti Patel as Home Secretary. Priti was previously dismissed by Theresa May for seemingly making up foreign policy on the hoof and not informing the Foreign Office. There is another issue brewing about a possible breach of the ministerial code, but yet here we are, with a Home Secretary who was openly supporting the return of the death sentence just a few years ago.

You might think the Home Secretary appointment was bad, but he has appointed Dominic Raab as Foreign Secretary. Raab doesn’t even understand the importance of towns in his own country, i.e. Dover, let alone (I imagine) the geo-political machinations going on beyond our borders. He tweeted yesterday “Thanks, beautiful!” to a fellow Foreign Minister:





The man is a dunderhead of the highest order, and B Johnson has decided he is fit to represent the UK abroad? That is some serious misjudgement. I’m sure that Raab is a lovely, personable fellow, but if he can’t get the detail right, we’re likely to end up with another Zagari-Ratcliffe scenario.

And then there are the special advisors, the SpAds. Dominic Cummings, who has been held in contempt of Parliament earlier this year. He was also involved in running Vote Leave, found guilty of overspending in the Brexit Referendum. And Chloe Westley, previously of the Tax Payers’ Alliance and Vote Leave, is now appointed by Johnson as a (if not *the only*) “digital advisor”.

I think the government has taken a massive swing to the right, although I think that Johnson himself is more socially liberal than his appointments suggest. But if you surround yourself with reactionaries and illiberals, that is going to rub off sooner or later.

I don’t particularly think Johnson’s thoughtless scribblings for the Telegraph prove that he is a racist, but they certainly bring his views into question. I think, much as Danny Baker was recently sacked by the BBC, he creates a picture and doesn’t self-edit or think it through. Hence his writings are littered with phrases and allusions which can be construed as offensive.

I thought his speech on the steps of Downing Street wasn’t too bad, but then I didn’t think Theresa May’s speech was too bad either - it just wasn’t backed up by any matching actions - and that is my concern for Johnson’s premiership. Warm words butter no parsnips, and if he doesn’t implement inclusive policies, then I can see the country becoming more divided. I can certainly see us leaving the EU on 31st October without a deal - if you surround yourself with people who don’t care whether we leave with a deal or not, then leaving without a deal suddenly isn’t important. The question is whether Parliament can do anything to stop that now, and my hunch - given that they have had several opportunities and not taken them - is that they won’t. The fact that I might finally win a bet (oh last of the Big Spenders) is cold comfort:




Still, until then, I’ve got my cup of tea, right?
TTFN.

19-07-21 Sunday - A General Update

It’s been a busy few weeks; last night we were at Steve’s 50th birthday celebration, which was a fun evening topped off with a delicious pavlova. We might have stayed a bit longer, except TMO fell asleep on the sofa, so we thought that the best course of action was to get the kids home. Earlier in the day I completed my 39th Park Run, in a time of 29 minutes and 59 seconds, which was rewarding.

On Tuesday evening (16th July) I went to see Michael Legge and Amy Howerska practise their Edinburgh shows at the Caroline of Brunswick, which was a most enjoyable evening. I’d not seen Amy before, but she made me laugh, so I will keep an eye out to see if she plays in Brighton (or Worthing) again - I would go and see her again; I might even persuade TW to come along too. I’d seen Michael before at the Komedia, so I knew what to expect, and he didn’t disappoint. As I said, it was a most enjoyable evening.

Last weekend TW was up in London, taking TMO to Harry Potter World, so I was on my own with TE & TY. It was a fairly downbeat weekend, as usual when TW is away. I did the Park Run on Saturday morning, and then asked if they wanted to go and see the Worthing Pride parade, but neither was interested. Then TE went elsewhere for a sleepover, and TY had a friend for a sleepover, so it evened out. On Sunday I did a bit of gardening, and read a book, Little Bookshop of Lonely Hearts, which I quite enjoyed. TY’s friend didn’t go until 6pm, after which time I cooked dinner because of course TW span out her time away and didn’t get home until about 11pm, even though she had TMO in tow and she was due in school the next day. I was quite pleased with my basic culinary skills - I really should do something about them.

The weekend before that, a fortnight ago now, I ended up in A&E, because I fell over on the way home after a few drinks. Well, probably more than a few drinks; it was the Apple Sourz which did me in (I think). Well, that and the pavement. I went to Worthing A&E but they recommended I go to Chichester A&E the next day, because I required the ministrations of the maxillofacial unit there. I had gashed the skin underneath my nose and inside my lip, and I needed some stitches. It’s amazing what damage you can do to yourself by simply falling over. I was too slow to get my hands out in front of me and so I faceplanted on the ground. I had the external stitches taken out last Friday but the internal stitches are still there; they should dissolve / fall out as time passes.

So that’s me up to date, I think. Just waiting for B Johnson to be crowned our new Prime Minister on Wednesday (I think) and then we’ll see just how bad things can get.

TTFN.

19-06-29 Saturday I - Friends of Brian

This week I have mostly been in Barcelona. It is a lovely city, and we had a great time. It was another part of my Christmas present from TW; she had calculated that since our older two girls were away on school trips, we could take the youngest one out of school for a few days and have her with us.

We flew easyJet, which was fair enough, although we did pack our passports in our luggage before boarding, and our baggage was stowed in the hold. As a result we got to passport check in Barcelona without any documentation. The police there didn’t seem too bothered and once the queue had been dealt with one of them accompanied us to the baggage reclaim and spot-checked our passports there. It probably won’t be as relaxed after Brexit...

We stayed in an Airbnb within walking distance of La Rambla. It was easy to get to the flat from the airport; we jumped on a bus and disembarked at Place Espanya and then walked up towards Montjuic. The flat was basic, and could have benefitted from a makeover, but it was a good base of operations. We found Carrer Blai on the first evening, and came back each night we were there. We discovered pinchos, which were delicious. TY was a bit fussy and wouldn’t try any dishes, so she ended up with a slice of pizza - which suited her fine.

On the Tuesday we hit La Rambla and took a couple of bus tours to see as much of Barca as possible. Our only fixed appointment was a seven o’clock visit to the Sagrada Familia, which was very much worth the entrance fee. Lots of folk go to see the outside and don’t bother going in, but the interior is just as if not more interesting than the outside. We were tired but got dinner at Carrer Blai again, and then went to bed.

Wednesday morning we slept in and then hit the beach, and then mooched purposelessly around the town centre. It was a nice afternoon, we ate at La Boqueria Market - TY actually had some calamari, which was brave. I had a meat empanada, which was very much like a Cornish pasty - delicious! Late afternoon, we bought some beers and went back to the flat and had booze on the balcony in the sun, which was a great way to spend a late afternoon / early evening. Then we hit Blai again, and then retired to the flat. 

Thursday morning we packed and walked back to Place Espanya, where we had our first Spanish coffee (TY had a donut), before catching the bus back to the airport. And then it was time to come home, with some amazing memories and pictures of the lovely city of Barcelona. 

The flat we stayed in was incredibly hot at night, and I didn’t sleep particularly well, but that was a minor inconvenience. It was brilliantly situated and well-stocked with margarine and milk etc., which had been left by other guests. There were some other Airbnbers there when we arrived, and then they left and were replaced by others on the Wednesday. So there was quite the footfall through the flat.

I’d certainly go to Barcelona again, although the ease of booking rooms and flights has opened our eyes to the possibility of visiting other European destinations; currently there is a sale on Eurostar tickets, for instance, so we could visit Paris or Brussels next. Who knows? We probably need to make the most of our European Union membership before it is taken away from us at the end of October.

TTFN.

19-06-15 Sunday I - Internal Soundtrack

We were walking the dog at Cissbury when TW said to the children that they should be “dancing to your own internal music.” TMO replied, “my internal soundtrack is the theme to Thomas the Tank Engine, but with a really loud bass”.

No, I don’t know either.

TTFN.

19-06-11 Tuesday - Tory Leadership Race

Oh, God. The Tory leadership race is on, and it is not going well. There are no candidates I would like to see ascend to the throne of Tory leader and Prime Minister. It is existentially depressing; possibly moreso than Brexit itself.

There are ten people willing to step into Theresa May’s shoes, seemingly unaware that the situation and the maths hasn’t changed. There is no way to bend the EU to the will of the UK; the EU will protect the single market and the customs union before giving any ground to the UK. So the only avenue open to us, if we still want to leave, is to agree to the Withdrawal Agreement which has been negotiated under the reign of one T. May. The question is:- will a change of leader persuade any MPs who haven’t yet voted for the WA to change their mind? I think it unlikely.

I was happy to see Cameron take over leadership of the Tory party back when he did, he looked like a breath of fresh air. And, for a time, I think he was. So I am not against the Tory party in toto. But to be frank, I think at the moment they are a busted flush; they are in a minority, they are trying to push Brexit through an unwilling House of Commons, and the new leadership candidates are making promises they won’t be able to keep in the divided situation they will find themselves in, once they are installed in No. 10.

I for one am disappointed that the new PM will be appointed by 160,000 or so Tory voters. I know that those are the party rules, but I don’t see that the new PM will be able to go on for any time without provoking a vote of No Confidence, which will trigger a General Election. And, as the candidates themselves have mostly acknowledged, if they go to the country before completing Brexit, they will be annihilated. Voters on the right who think they are not enacting Brexit correctly will drift to the Brexit Party, and voters in the centre who are anti-Brexit will vote Lib Dem, leaving the Tory party with only a thin slice of the electorate thinking that they are doing the right thing. Not that the Labour party will do any better. A recent poll shows that Theresa May, even though she is leaving in disgrace (pretty much) is still seen as a better PM than Jeremy Corbyn.

Anyway, there aren’t any rays of light among the leadership runners and riders. The only possible reason to be optimistic is that we might see some infighting among them. And if they tear strips off each other, then they can only damage themselves and harm their credibility in the eyes of the public. So there is that.

Anyway, I don’t know if this competition will go the distance, but it’s gripping, and I’ll be watching til the end.

TTFN.

19-06-08 Saturday - Lou Sanders @ Komedia Brighton, Wednesday 5th June

Another date, another night out. TW and I had arranged to see Lou Sanders as one of my Christmas presents, so off to Brighton we went. I had originally booked to see Angela Barnes, but she changed her date to later in the year, and I had heard good things about Lou. She had been an interviewee on RHLSTP, and I think I’d also heard her on Pappy’s Flatshare Slamdown, so when I saw that she was playing the Komedia, I was keen to get tickets.

I met TW in Brighton, and we had a pre-show dinner at Bill’s. Because her birthday is imminent she had an offer of a free bottle of prosecco with dinner, which was nice, so we took advantage of that. I had a burger, of course (how very unadventurous of me) and TW had a Glow Bowl, which was basically a posh salad, but a healthy option. We shared some calamari to start. It was nice, it was a good way to relax after work, and it was great to spend time together out of the house.

When we’d finished, we still had some time before the show started so we adjourned to the Heart and Hand, where TW had a gin and I had a pint of Toast, which grew on me. At first I didn’t like the aftertaste, but by the time I made my way to the bottom of the glass, I quite enjoyed it.

Then we headed into the show, and Adam Hess was the warm up act. I’ve seen him before, he’s very funny and appears to be quite scatterbrained and breathless, like it’s all unplanned. Maybe it is, but whichever, it was enjoyable. Then we had a short break, and Lou was on.

She was very funny, I really enjoyed her show. I think it was the last time she was performing “Shame Pig” - at least, that’s what she said. There were a couple of different stories she told, and she hung them together through the theme of shame. TW and I were both laughing, and it was a good night out. I’d certainly go and see her again, and was glad that I’d taken a punt on going to see her.

We got home relatively early, and hit the hay. Another great time had.

TTFN.

19-05-25 Saturday - A Night Out in Brighton

Last night TW & I went out in Brighton. It was part of my Christmas present - TW gave me 12 envelopes, and I get to open one each month until December. We’ve been together 19 years this month, and so TW suggested we go back to where we had our first date, the Sussex Yeoman. Handily, it is close to the station, so I met TW off the train after work and we went straight there. I had a very nice East Coast IPA (two of them in fact!) and TW had a gin and tonic. We had been sitting down for a few minutes when a guy who looked very much like Miroslav off of Line of Duty walked in. We googled him, sneakily, and quickly identified it was him - he grew up in Birmingham and had moved to Brighton. Eventually TW approached him, told him we really enjoyed Line Of Duty, and took a selfie with him. It was a good start to our Friday night together. And the clincher was, he bought us both a vodka and mango juice shot! What a nice fella.

Our next stop was The Foundry, which used to be called The Pedestrian Arms when I worked there. I had a pint of Low Five, which is a local brew, and really quite pleasant. I had tried it before, at a tasting session at The Independent, so I knew what I was getting into. TW was looking great, so I took a picture:


TW at The Foundry

Once we’d finished our drinks there, we moseyed down to Wahaca, where we had dinner. It was delicious, as ever: I think that’s the third time I’ve eaten there. We had a set menu, which was perfect, and enough for me, but TW spotted the chocolate & pecan brownie, so we shared that.

Once we’d paid the bill, we headed to the Spiegeltent and met up with a couple of friends for more drinks. To be fair though, by that time I was tired and ready for home, so we finished up and headed home. Normally I would have bought a beer from the Wine Centre by West Worthing station, but I was too tired even for that, so it was straight to bed once we got home.

All in all, a lovely night, and it was great to have time for just the two of us. We always say we should do it more often, and so we should.

TTFN.

19-04-13 Saturday - A Day at the Docks

Yesterday we went en famille to Portsmouth Docks. The girls are on Easter Holidays now, and TW & I wanted to do something special or notable with them. We had suggested Chessington, and while they do want to go there at some point, they thought that it would have been really busy over the Easter holidays. So, Portsmouth it was.

We caught the train, which was pretty straightforward, and got there in time to get the waterbus over to the Submarine exhibition at Gosport. None of us had really known anything about subs up until that point, but it was quite exciting to walk through a real (albeit decommissioned) submarine, and understand how cramped and claustrophobic the living quarters were. When you think that they lived like that for six to eight weeks at a stretch, without washing much, you can appreciate your home comforts.

It was a novelty to go on the waterbus there and back as well; a trip on a boat is always nice. The smell of diesel wasn’t so pleasant, but once we were actually moving across the Harbour, it was an enjoyable experience, and looking at the other private boats moored there was an experience. Thinking about how much money had been “sunk” into those showy motor yachts and catamarans was awesome; it was clear that sailing is a rich man’s pastime.

Once we were back at the Harbour, we walked around the Victory. I had wanted to see the Warrior, but I got confused. It had been a couple of years though, so it was good to revisit the ship, and they had changed a thing or two. There was a shop, for instance, selling little gifts and trinkets actually on the ship, which we thought was a bit weird, but I guess they have to make money somehow. The £60 family ticket which we bought to enter the site obviously must not have been enough.

At that point, we mostly wanted to head to Gunwharf Quays for a fix of consumerism, apart from TY who wanted to climb the wall in Action Stations. So we took a break there for a few minutes while she queued up. She actually did okay for the first attempt, certainly better than last time we were there, but when she tried the green channel she was a bit stumped.

Anyway, then it was time for Gunwharf Quays. By this time I was quite tired; I could quite easily have gone home at that point. But TW is of the opinion that a day out should last a whole day, so on we went. TE got some nice trainers, I got a nice (cheap) Gap top, TMO got a nice hoodie that she can grow into, and TY got some school shoes which were a necessity. Overall, we did okay, I think, apart from TW, who had some sushi from Boots.

And then it was home time. The girls were exhausted and zoned out on the train on the way home. We shared a large portion of chips from Old Nick’s, and then it was bedtime for them.

TTFN,

19-01-26 Saturday I - Brexit Update

In my view, Rees-Mogg is deluded. His new offer to Theresa May is that he might be minded to vote for the Withdrawal Agreement (WA), as long as she removes the “backstop” part of it. Unfortunately, the backstop is one of the major parts of the WA. T May might want to remove the backstop, but unfortunately this has been included as insurance in case a future trade deal can't be reached, and the EU won't countenance reopening the Withdrawal Agreement. 

At the same time, May is inviting MPs from across the House for talks on how to resolve the Brexit logjam, but she doesn't seem to be willing to accept suggestions from others – it seems to be an exercise to persuade others of the excellence of her ideas. She saw that she was going to lose the meaningful vote before Christmas so she pulled the vote, but she then brought the same vote back mostly unchanged and lost anyway. She lost by the largest margin suffered but any government ever, in the history of the UK parliament. 

And yet she doesn’t seem to have any alternative. She keeps circling back to this deal which was voted down by 230 votes, apparently thinking that if the EU provide some warm words, MPs might be persuaded to vote for it. The trouble is that warm words and assurances don’t change the wording contained in a legally binding document. Even if she exerts more pressure on her MPs (because Labour MPs aren’t feeling the pressure), she won’t be able to persuade enough of her side to vote for the WA so that it passes.  

Then there are other actors in Parliament, trying to drive their agendas.  

Brexiters are supporting an amendment to put a time limit on the backstop, which might get some support but won’t be agreed to by the EU. What would be the point in having an insurance policy which expires before you need it to? Remember, the backstop kicks in on a certain date *if* we haven’t agreed a future trade deal with the EU. So, if the EU won’t agree to a time limit on the backstop, this amendment is dead in the water, as far as I can see.  

In my view, and given the length of time that trade deals take to complete, having the backstop start from December 2020 is too early. It should be 2022 at the earliest, and possibly as late as 2025. And until the future trade arrangements are agreed or the backstop does kick in, we should continue as we are, as a member state. Murrison today described the WA or the backstop as “not having an Article 50”, i.e., we are leaving one international treaty which did have a break clause, to join another one which doesn’t. And I can see the logic in that, but the EU has been a trusted partner for the last 40 years, and I don’t think we need to suspect them of acting in bad faith now. 

The other amendment which is important is the Cooper amendment. This proposes that if there is no deal agreed by 26th February, then Mrs May should seek an extension to Article 50 from the EU. This would be a way for Parliament to “take No Deal off the table”, to use a well-worn phrase. This is a cross-party amendment so it should get considerable support. The majority of MPs don’t want No Deal, so extending the Article 50 deadline makes sense. I’ve also seen reports that the Labour leadership might encourage / whip their MPs to vote for this amendment. There are a couple of issues with this though, and I’ll describe them here.  

If Labour whip their MPs to vote for this amendment, then it becomes a party political issue. Tory MPs might respond by voting it down, and that would include the DUP. How arrogant, they might think, for these people to think they can instruct our PM to act in a certain way? They might not be able to support this amendment on those grounds. The amendment has been proposed on a cross-party basis – Nick Boles and Oliver Letwin (Tories) have also been involved in putting this together – but the Tories might vote along party lines and support the PM. 

Then there are a largely silent (as far as I can see) rump of MPs who believe that the “Will of the People” must be enacted, and it would be wrong to delay leaving the EU. If we did delay, it might even lead to us not leaving at all. If we delay once, what is to stop us delaying again? And again? Such a move would be a “betrayal” of the public, and it would go against the decision they took on 26th June 2016. These MPs won’t support an extension to Article 50.  

The amendment would only kick in if we don’t have a deal by 26th February, but given the way things are going, do we think a deal is likely by that date? I would suggest that is a question to which the answer is “no”. 

If we ignore these likely naysayers, and assume the amendment is passed, what is the likely response from the EU when we request an extension to Article 50? I would suggest that they will ask us why we want to extend Article 50, and what purpose the extension will serve. If the extension is only so that Parliament can continue internal squabbles about what it is that they want, I think that the EU might take a dim view of this. They might allow the extension once, but if that doesn’t result in a decisive outcome, any further requests for extension might not be granted. It may be that the first request isn’t granted.  

Given all the above, I think it is perfectly possible that we can still leave without a deal on 29th March. Luckily, I've got a “Trading Places bet” (I.e., £1) with PaddyPower at 6/1 that we do leave without a deal. I think this is still likely despite the fact that a number of sources are advising that we don’t have enough time to enact all the legislation required to allow us to leave the EU. I guess it will be passed shortly after we’ve left.  

I would be happy to be proved wrong by events next week, and if we don’t leave, or leave later, or leave on more favourable terms, I’d be happy to lose £1. At least things might not change dramatically. Either way, it’s going to be interesting.  

TTFN. 

19-01-20 Sunday I - Dry January

I’ve been wondering what to write about for some time. There are a couple of things that have crossed my mind that I thought might be worthwhile covering, but then I've thought again and decided to hold my whisht. Brexit is obviously quite exciting at the moment, so that is always worth writing about. Then there is family life, there are one or two moments worth recording. But today Dry January warrants a mention, as it only comes around once a year... 

I had been thinking about participating in Dry January for a while before Christmas, and with all the socialising leading up to Christmas it was nice to be able to take a break in January. To be frank, it’s been quite easy so far. I did buy some cans of non-alcoholic Heineken lager in the second week of January but they didn’t do much for me. I drank two on the first night, and then four the next night. But I guess that is what I would do with beer - i.e., drink ‘em if I had ‘em. A couple of nights I had some orange juice and lemonade, which was nice, but more often than not I've just had a cup of tea. Standard, with milk and a couple of sweeteners.  

I’ve not definitely been taking part in Dry January. If people have asked whether I am doing Dry January, I’ve always responded “so far...”. But then, as time has gone on, I guess I have been observing Dry January, to the extent that when I didn’t, on Friday night, I was angry with myself on Friday night as I was drinking and on Saturday, as I was waking up. 

I’m back on it now, I'm not going to beat myself up about it. I'm quite pleased at the sight of so many cups of tea in one period. I’ve actually got a cup of tea on the go as I write, so there won’t be any booze tonight.

When I decided I was going to drink, I sank a bottle of wine and a couple of whiskies, for no reason whatsoever. TW had been unwell, and I guess I wanted to feel like me for an evening, but I didn’t really take any pleasure from it. I would have done better to read a few comics, or catch up on a bit of TV off the planner. Never mind. Eleven days to go until the end of the month, but we do have a wedding to attend on the evening of the 26th, I haven’t decided whether to have a drink or stay dry that evening. I’m sure I’ll decide closer to the time.  

Anyway, time to go and finish my tea.  

TTFN.