I definitely spoke too soon last night. Not long after I posted yesterdays entry, I hit the sack. Then I realised how much pain I was in, so much so that I had to get up again and ask rob to get me a pain killer. I slept well after that, but it was then I decided no more drinking for the sake of it.

I must confess I like alcohol. I like the taste of good real ale; of a nice wine; of rum and coke. But I must admit to drinking for the sake of it, and that’s what got me into this mess. Ironically, it wasn’t even good beer – drinks from brandies now have this nasty taste to them, which I guess comes from the plastic cups they’re served in, or perhaps the pipes. But it was last Wednesday’s overindulgence at the campus bar which meant I fell in the bathroom and got myself a cracked rib. Solution: no more purposeless drinking.

By purposeless drinking I mean drinking for drinking’s sake. I have had some very good drinks in my time, and certainly intend to have more. These include that martini I had in Sydney on new years eve 06-07; the margarita on moreton island; and most definitely the daiquiri I had in a Cuban restaurant in Paris. These drinks were special – dare I say it but there was a touch of class to them. Like drinking Guiness in Dublin, there was a purpose to them. They most certainly do not include about 6 pints of the shittiest larger ever in the student bar, so that has got to stop. Definitely.

For the time being I’m on pain killers, so I’m ‘on the wagon’ anyway, but even when I stop taking them, I won’t be drinking like I used to.