Drink
Mood:  cool
So it’s Sunday. what’s happening? ’Revellers on the tube caused disruption to mark the ending o f legal drinking on the London rail network last night. Very good. This country is obsessed by alcohol. It idolises it. Every work place I go into talks constantly about drink, pubs, nights out. I play along  although the last drink I had was a snowball on the first of January. What?  
Yes, I know I’m boring but  everything in moderation. I used to drink. Every week my wages would be blown on a  night out. I would have no spare money afterwards. A combination of drinking lots, the price of drink and earning a low wage.    
God I regret it so much. Spending so much money on something which in the long term did me no good at all. Then again I could say better late than never.  I absolutely love seeing people standing outside the pub smoking.  It reminds me that I could be wasting money on a Sunday or any other day.
Now I can buy a book. It amazes me I can get so much pleasure from something so cheap. A book at £6.99 can last a week, two, whatever. A pint of lager usually cost £2.50 and lasted 30 minutes.
yes, everything in moderation.  It’s ok to drink now and then. Not overdo it. But that’s not  what the  British do.  So that’s all I wanted to say. I’m smug, really smug because I don’t drink and smoke. But I do hope the rest of  Britain, no matter how long it takes, one day that they too see the light.     

Sunday. Nothing to Do. Man Creates Blog.
Mood:  lazy
I'm lying on my comfy new bed looking out the window at bright blue skies. It's Sunday and I've got nothing to do. And I'm thinking. Yeah I feel good. Maybe I'm getting a hang on this life thing. Suddenly it all begins to make sense. Things are falling into place. The picture is coming into focus. The egg is coming to the boil. OK, forget the egg.
What I'm trying to say is that life seems better than before. Or maybe it's just that I'm dealing with life better. See, I came to the conclusion not long ago that life is shite.No matter how good it gets, no matter what you do, life is always going to be shit with an e on the end. You just have to accept it. And in accepting that you learn that the secret to eternal happiness lies making your life as less shite as possible. Simple. Thats the secret to everlasting bliss. Forget your Eastern mysticism. Your Ying and Yang. Forget trying to find your Karma folks and listen to me. The secret to eternal happiness is trying to make life as less shite as possible. And I'm getting there. Oh, I'm not saying life (at the moment) is as less shite as possible. But I would say(at the moment) as I look out the window lying on my comfy new bed at blue skies, that life is certainly less shite than before. That'll do for now.