dry as a bone

I haven't touched a drop of alcohol since the 1st of January this year, but after i visited this site, i've never been more tempted to go and grab some of my left over Stella Artois and neck a few bottles. I didn't do it, but i can tell the next time i'm in a pub i'm going to well and truly fall off the wagon. Which doesn't really matter because i wasn't actually on the wagon for any particular reason other than my social life is shit at the moment and i'm skint.

Live randomly people...