That'll be a night getting wrecked then. Getting wrecked isn't anything to particularly shout about but the truth is it's a given that I will get wrecked tonight. And this being a factual blog means it is worthy of mentioning. This isn't a factual blog in the sense of telling you what Cobra's drink or how the hell amino acids could have turned into something as grotesque as Jeremy Clarkson but it is factual in the sense of what I get up to on Fridays and if that involves getting wrecked I won't shirk from the truth in fear of being considered a 'lad', an alcoholic or an 17th century ship after a night in highly turbulent waters.
I digress.
It's NYE and yes, indeedy do, I have a New Years Resolution. It's an obvious one. I'm going to give up the smokes. But get this people of 2010 - I'm going to start this not in January but on New Years Eve itself - the one night I can guarantee I'll have a rolly or ten. In fact everyone smokes on New Years Eve don't they? I bet even Esther Rantzen sucks on a Consulate in between necking cava and chomping on a carrot that looks like a penis.
My thinking goes something like this. If I can resist smoking on this of all nights then surely I can resist any night. It's a test right in at the deep end. Hardcore tactics. If I succeed tonight I can take from it the strength required to never smoke again.
Postscript
I did it. The whole night through to dawn without a fag. January 16th was another matter though.
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