Entry for March 02, 2007

The headache has nearly gone, but as luck would have it I'm going out to a dinner with my friend Mr P tonight. I wouldn't say he's a bad influence, but until George Best met Iain, the Irish genius had only ever had a cream sherry at Christmas.
I fear my headache may return tomorrow.
Drunken nights have to some extent lost their charm since the arrival of the Small Bald Pointing Thing. It used to be that I could happily go out, sink a few, knowing somewhere in the back of my mind that I'd pay for it with a bit of a hangover the next day, but the trade-off was worthwhile. In other words, Friday Night Me did not have to pay too much attention to Saturday Morning Me. In fact, Friday Night Me would quite happily stick two fingers up at Saturday Morning me. Occasionally FNM would vomit on SMM's clothing (or indeed, on one spectacular occasion, on a pile of SMM's copies of Golf Monthly's).
However, the tide has turned: SMM is now in the ascendancy. He know he needs to be up before 8am; he must be entertaining; he must be able to clothe and feed the baby (and indeed himself); he must not fall asleep whilst the child toddles aimlessly towards the top of the stairs.
FNM is under strict orders. However, he is unreliable, and not to be trusted.
Click on the link for a visit to the comedy festival website, where you can get tickets for Match Play. Remember to quote "Playmatch" and you should get 2 for 1.