Day 92

OK, so I'm at the 3 month mark. Or past it, given that some months are 30 days long and others are 31. It's day 92! That's 1 day over 13 weeks!

Still not a drop of alco-mo-hol has passed these hairy lips. No booze has crossed the bearded forest of my face and reached the open mouth hole within. No river of nectar has graced the hedging of face fuzz to access the mouthy gateway. Not a splash of moonshine has been privy to the cavernous toothy dungeon. Mere alcohol does not thrill me at all. No!

So that's good.

London was frikkin'-awesome-sausages-lawl!!!11 <--- intentional comedy typo in case you aren't "down with these things." I was pretty good regarding my diet. Well good considering I practically just starved myself.

Well that's not true, but I didn't have any sweets or junk (crisps, buns etc.). I did have some chicken noodles in Leicester Square, a fry in Kennington, a McD's on Oxford Street (ouch!!) and a meatball panini in Trafalgar Square (which was lovely) and that was it for the weekend. Felt like very little, though maybe it doesn't sound like it. I'm a big boy, you know!

Friday I got to see Jerry Sadowitz and it was great. Exactly what I hoped for and so much more. It's frustrating trying to explain how good this guy was to people who have never seen him. He has very little internet presence, I believe he probably has an agent (or two) who make sure NO videos of him exist online and it seems to make sense, given how unique his routine is.

His material was non-stop, he delivered it like a man who has spent years perfecting his craft and I felt I was in the presence of an absolute genius.

Of course it was also incredibly offensive, but it was offensive to all classes and all races and all ages, sexes, pretty much eqaully. He certainly slagged off himself enough too. Anyone who gets all uppity and offended by Jerry Sadowitz is a c***... Err... I mean, they're missing the point I think.

Anyway, he was amazing and I felt getting to see him live was a unique and special experience that many will never get to have, and that's both kinda pleasing and sad at the same time.

I also got to hang out with some cool dudes.
Checked out plenty of bars and clubs.

Also seen the Tate Modern which was loverly. I especially loved the BIG stuff. The big table and chairs, the red room: things that took a while to explore and were physical. I could have easily spent a lot longer in there and hopefully next time I will!

Sunday before I flew back to Belfast I did a few touristy things, (Whitehall, Downing Street, London Eye, Big Ben etc.) and I was a bit upset that I didn't stay until Monday

Since being back in Belfast though, I've been a bit upset that I don't live in London!
I'd love to move back. I'd have to get a job over there, so maybe that's something to focus on for a while. I'm very keen to go back in March and I'm already planning a trip. I just need to raise a wee bit of cash for it.

In other news, still worried about my lack of work in the last few weeks. I had a shift yesterday, but that only makes 3 this month. Not really enough hours to survive on, grim.

Anyway, off to band practice with Hexxed I go.
Later a bit of a house warming party.
Things ain't so bad actually.

*smilie face*