lAt 2.45 this morning my wife and I walked along the seafront in our pyjamas (with coats over the top) to see the amazing night sky and watch the supermoon eclipsed by planet Earth. We walked about three miles and didn't see another soul or see a single light on. The eclipse was amazing and the moon went a beautiful red as seen here from stellarscapes.net (I stupidly forgot to take a camera in my haste to get out the door). I was continuously struck by how fresh and alive I felt only having had three hours sleep, and remembered that woolly head still drunk feeling I would have had years ago. I even felt as fresh getting up at six this morning for work, what a massive change. Both my wife and I each saw a shooting star and made a secret wish. If I can repeat the exercise to see the next supermoon eclipse in twenty years time I will know that someone at least was listening.
Today I have been alcohol free for 1000 days! Not only have I saved my life and changed everything for ever, but the fact I was spending on average £10.00 per day on drink, I have saved well over £10,000!
To share my delight at achieving this milestone I am making the e-book version of my autobiographical comedy ‘The 7.52 to London Bridge’ free to download from amazon on the weekend of 2/3/4th October. It is full of so many drinking stories you may wonder how I ever gave up alcohol, but as readers of ‘I Don’t Drink!’ already know, that is another story. I hope you enjoy the book. I will send a further reminder next weekend but just click on the cover to link to amazon.
Today I have been free from alcohol for 999 days. I’m only making a fuss about it because the number looks so good written down, 999. I knew when I quit alcohol I would reach this figure because I gave up forever so the number is immaterial, but it’s so nice to get here I am going to write it down again, 999. Wouldn’t you like to get there too?
A glorious day spent trekking on the Isle of Wight. We covered over sixteen miles and walked in woodland, fields, on the coast and even in the sea. The reward at the end was an ice cream, then the Hovercraft back to Portsmouth and the drive home. When I was drinking such a day would have been out of the question. For one thing I wouldn't have been able to walk that far with gout, sometimes it was so bad I had to hop; it would have been to far between pubs for a glass of wine top up; and I would have been too much over the limit to drive home. What absolute freedom not being beholden to drink gives you. The fact the Sun shone on us throughout must have been saying something.
A big thank-you to all my readers, I only have Allen Carr ahead of me in the charts to make 'I Don't Drink' the most popular book on alcoholism. Please keep sending your comments and e-mails to me. I do appreciate the feedback all of which will help with my next book, the prequel to IDD for the someone you know who doesn't want quit.
Interesting blog from my friends at Clubsoda. They asked me the question when I popped into for tea this week. I have to admit to having some nice carrot cake as well and eating it like a pig I was so starving. I seem to be hungry all the time now I don't drink, just like I was when I was a kid! Follow the link to read more: https://www.joinclubsoda.co.uk/node/2185
Oh and my response was 22, it's only when I look in a mirror the illusion is shattered alas.
On the basis of some of the feedback i have had from readers and from people I have met since quitting alcohol, I am writing a new book. In a way it will be a prequel to 'I Don't Drink!' in as much it will focus on helping people decide they want to quit alcohol in the first place. It took a huge amount for me to reach that stage, and I now know so many people also find it almost impossible to get someone they care about, and who has a drink problem to face up to reality and want to make that change. It will be a hard book to write as it will involve a lot of soul searching and truth facing but hopefully it will be ready this year. I had thought about basing the title on the last words my brother said to me before he died of liver collapse that night. Not knowing how ill he really was, I told him on the phone I couldn't see him in hospital that afternoon as I was booked to swim in the annual charity swimathon. 'I wish I was doing that too!' were his last words. Suggestions for anything more appropriate or for a strap-line would be most appreciated.