Last man standing remembers all, but will he tell
It's called Hello Sunday Morning and, no, it's not a church thing. I was asked to leave church because of my terrible singing and now I'm what they call a C&E. I keep the visits to Christmas and Easter.
Plus, I usually keep Sunday mornings for worshipping something else, like the greasy McMuffin that I hope will cure my hangover. This is just one of the things I've had to explain to people after I have politely refused a drink.
With the surprised responses, I knew I was doing the right and responsible thing by taking the challenge of not drinking for six months.
So, here I am, sober for a few months and ready to tell all on the lessons I've learned and the benefits I've discovered from taking it easy on the booze.
To all of my friends who are worried about me remembering more than usual and telling stories of their not-so-sober nights: you were right to be. This blog could be interesting.
Next week, I'll give you a Sober Insiders' Guide to a Wrap Party. The production team puts on a bar tab and no man is left standing. This time, however, I was.
Cheers (with a ginger beer), Will