Yes, yes, you’ve guessed it, another much-holier-than-thou-will-ever-be session in the gym (and how, 6km on the treadmill, eat that losers) but then the tricky question of whether Friday counts as a weekday or a weekend day came into play. I wanted to know if I was allowed any booze after such a frugal week.
Went to visit R and we had a late lunch out by Penny Lane. I decided that there’s a fine line between discipline and delusion and so had a glass of red with my fish cakes.
Is this the most middle-class Blog to have ever been kept by anybody, ever? Yes – yes it is.
R suggested we go to the cinema because she wanted to see an animated flick called Madagascar. Turns out she hasn’t thought this through particularly well because she doesn’t know what cinema it’s on at, if indeed it’s showing at all. We’re already walking towards FACT at this point (where I was presuming she meant) and when she suggested we try the Odeon on London Road I refused, stating that there was no way I was spending a Friday night in there with the kids.
Is this the most middle-class Blog to have ever been kept by anybody, ever? Yes – yes it is.
So we went to the Tea Factory instead and two more glasses of red had me feeling tipsy. Alarmingly so, in fact. Went back to mine and tried the Polish vodka I mentioned yesterday and nearly threw up. It’s potent and my body’s angry with me for drinking again after such a pure week.
Henry came over at about midnight and fell asleep on the sofa. Not everyone can party like me. No, not everyone can handle three glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon.
Is this the most middle-class Blog to have ever been kept by anyone, ever? Yes – yes it is.
• Forgot to mention this but my monthly column was published in the Echo yesterday and I shamelessly plugged this Blog. I described it as nonsense, as it is, but will be interested to see if how many hits I get. I have to ask Steve at icLiverpool about this, he has all the figures. I’m happy with the six people I imagine read this, but would love, one day, to get an audience of, say, ten. If I ever get to fifteen I’ll have to think about publishing some sort of spin-off book, containing all the highlights. All the fishcake eating highlights.
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