Water get enemy

It's day 25 of no booze, less one day for bad behaviour.

Now if there's one thing more boring than listening to alkies drone on, it's listening to born again anythings, whether it's new parents, religious/spiritual happyclappies or someone who has just come across Sigur Ros. Or someone who hasn't had a drink in a month. Indeed the sanctimony welling up inside is enough reason never to do this again. Next thing you know, I'm lead singer of U2, or mastering the lute.

Still, my decision provoked enough general hostility to persevere, though like giving up smoking, there are almost no noticeable differences. It's easier than you think, but just as dull. So dull, you might start a blog. So before I resume normal service, here's the wash up.

Pros
Sleep is sounder.
Things are sharper.
More ideas - though that may be the natural writing biorhythms, as I've spent the month writing a new play.
Solo things, like theatre and cinema are fine, as long as you don't hang around to talk about them afterwards.
There are no excuses.

Cons
Dinner with anyone is out, as almost everyone, including you, becomes prohibitively dull.
Once you get tired of Coke on day three, there is nothing to drink except water.
You can't listen to Tom Waits.
There's no wine.
There are no excuses.

I get that it's healthier not to fill your body with poison. Yet commercial TV is still legal and the streets are still packed. You have a long life. I'll have a shiraz.

Celebrity.

I'm one, you're one.

Well, come to think of it, that's only inside our own heads. Projected against the cave wall we're as indistinct as anyone else in this flickering candlelight. And that's good, because we hate celebrities. Hate watching them, reading about them, thinking about them.

Give me earthquakes, landslides, or impending apocalypse because those dastardly Americans want to keep their food chilled. Hey, give me plain old Kevin Rudd.

Bring on the misery. Free us from the famous few. We don't want to live in their world.