How I Stopped The Party.

Stories of excess and moderation

Expectations for 2020 were pretty high. New Years’ eve in some bum nightclub in Belfast, I was sweating out Vodka and whites and desperately swinging out of some young one to Maniac 3000. Still, deep in my heart, I wanted something better, I wanted a change! Did it all come true as I expected? Hell no! Things got way worse than I ever could have possibly imagined! Who saw this coming? I took a photo of myself over Christmas as a ‘before I quit drinking’ photo and another today, and I look worse now? There’s no justice in this world. I’ll tell you that much.

So I did dry January with minimal difficulty, my Christmas hangover lasted until probably the 28th to be fair. I decided from there I would go on for 90 days. There was a synchronicity in that, 90 days from the 1st of January lead to my birthday on the 30th of March. I figured that way, at least if I got to my birthday and was dying for a drink, I wouldn’t be breaking my word. So that was my first milestone, I would get to 90 days …