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Thursday 1.1.04 | THERE'S something quite appropriate about waking up on New Year's Day and discovering that (a) I am hangover-free due to my lack of drinking last night, (b) I have actually slept well and for the requisite amount of hours, and, perhaps most importantly, (c) that it rained during the night. Perhaps I should explain. Call me a fogey, but I've never been a fan of all this New Year malarkey, and was in bed last night by about 12.10 having entertained Patrick plus boyfriend for a couple of hours leading up to midnight, and I think I enjoyed myself much more than I would have done had I gone to some bar, paid £30 to get in and then £7 a drink. Maybe this is a sign of me getting old, but waking up with the world washed clean (well, London: 'clean'), feeling ready to...do whatever I need to (in this case feed my neighbour's cat) and not like I've been used to wipe up the streets of London is a much more refreshing prospect to me. Friday 2.1.04 SITTING yesterday in the Western hemisphere's most bizarro Moroccan/Tunisian restaurant, with crap colonial music blaring out, the moody waiter suddenly swept by us and locked the doors to the restaurant from the inside. Exchanging nervous, giggling glances, we wondered out loud if this was all part of the service, and decided to quietly keep eating our dogs' leg stew or whatever it was until we found a window to leap out of. Five minutes later, said waiter came back and unlocked them again. Strange times. Sunday 4.1.04 FOR the purposes of sobriety and economy, I've decided to give up wine for the duration of January. I would say I'm going to give up alcohol full stop, and am going to quietly try to, but I think that, once word of this gets round, I shall be taken out on a paradoxical pissup to celebrate my sobriety. Quiet restraint, then, is called for. | ||
