I'm getting very close to celebrating eight months of being sober (not one drop of alcohol) and it is just getting closer and closer to being impossible. After going to the match yesterday, I went out all night just drinking diet coke or soda water and it does my head in. Celebrating just isn't the same when you're being sensible. I definitely can't see me at any festivals next summer without a waxed cup in my hand for the entire weekend.

But I've now got the problem of how long it is going to take me to get any level of alcohol tolerance back - bearing in mind one of the reasons I stopped drinking was that I had very little of it in the first place.

But regardless of all of that, life is good for a son of Saint Domingo this weekend.