60 days

That's how long it's been since this simulated scene happened for real. Just to clarify the roll up in the picture is simply good ol Golden Virginia. That's the only poisonous cancer causing substance I burn directly into my lungs these days.

60 days. The longest period of cleanliness since November 1998. That's a long time. Do I feel better for it? Yes of course I do. No looking back eh?

I watched a bit of Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps last night. One word. Garbage. I have no respect for Ralf Little. When the Royle Family was on he appeared to be a talented comedian and a talented footballer. What did he do with his life? He moved to a sit 'com' (if you can call it that) that relies on words like knob and bum for laughs. He could have played for Lincoln. He flushed all that talent away.

Sounds a bit like me, only I've stored mine in a big tupperware box marked 'talent' and stuck it in the loft. I'll grab it one day.

Had Kirky over for tea twice this week and going to do the same tonight. It's good having a close mate again, no holds barred banter with the potential to slip into some meanigful chat. We managed it yesterday covering a variety of topics occasionally peppering the thoughtful discussion with chants of 'pick that fucker out', or 'you just can't tackle like that Kirky, you filthy, filthy supressor of skill'. FIFA 11 - bringing people together since October 2010.

FIFA 12 won't be purchased in my house as it doesn't feature non league teams or a design a kit facility. If I can't play as the Imps I won't play at all.

So today follows the usual format. Day of despising my career choice with joy arriving on platform 2 at 5pm, short lived because by 6pm household chores drops in for a visit. I have a meal date at 7pm (some tesco own brand spicy chicken and chunky oven chips) before giving Kirky another lesson in skill before 9pm. From there I expect a nice sofa position for The Apprentice where I hope one of the girls goes out to give it some balance. I'll end around 10.30 where after a quick splash of H20 mixed with that soap stuff I shall retire to my pit for a nights dreaming of better days before rising at stupid O'clock to begin the whole charade again.

I'd say happy Wednesday but being equidistance from last weekend and next weekend never leads to happiness. Unless you enjoy your job. In which case I don't want you to have a happy Wednesday because you're a lucky b'stard anyway.