Entry for 11th November, 2007

I have decided during the rest of this month to forego alcohol. I will allow myself one night off for a Burns supper, on the basis that I have no desire to hear the bagpipes or accordion through anything other than an alcoholic fug. However, with that exception I am going to have a break from the bevy.
As I sit here and type this, I realise with some horror hat this will be the longest that my body has been without alcohol since I was seventeen. Suddenly I am starting to feel a little twitchy. I am picturing the ice cold cans of Miller in the fridge and imagining them singing to me in their little bubbly voices “We are the Miller cans; We are here to please you; Tug our ring pull; Do it ; Do it; Do it.”
I mean clearly I am not an alcoholic. After all choosing to give up the drink for a month just to prove I can do it isn’t the sort of thing an alcoholic would do is it?
I am going downstairs now to gaze at the contents of the fridge for an hour or two.