Right, it’s March and I’m drinking again. So what was the point of taking a month off? And what happens next?

The biggest change is that I will no longer be drinking before or during comedy performances. As a comedian I can drink while at work, and often alcohol forms part of the payment, but that doesn’t mean I should. Actually those are two very good reasons why I should, but still I’m ruling it out. I want to make this a career. Not something that covers the rent, the cost of a night out and sometimes food.

After having a…

It’s now well past the end of March. So what happened? And why has it taken me so long to write about it?

Well, this is the first time in weeks that I’ve been sober enough to put together a coherent sentence. That’s not true, I’ve been busy. Mostly drinking.

Anyway, towards the end of February I got extremely jittery. Every time there was an opportunity to drink, I kept thinking about the very near future when I could take it, and I saw them everywhere.

A morning beer in the shower, sips from a hip flask on the bus into town,…

On stage March 1st and I said to the audience;
“I’ve just finished that thing where you don’t drink for a month. What’s it called again?”
Person 1: “Lent”
Person 2: “Being a boring prick.”
Person 3: “Losing the ability to talk to girls.”
Person 4: “Probation.”

Person 4 wins. I don’t know what they win, but if they’re on probation, I wasn’t going to be the one who told them that they couldn’t have it.

With FebFast now over, I fell off the wagon in spectacular style. I did make it, and I managed to resist alcohol even after midnight on Thursday, February 28. Then…

febfast is nearly done. Am I worried about what’s going to happen next? Yes. Very.

So will this be part of some lasting change? Or will I revert straight back to old habits?

Reverting back to bad habits is exactly what happened the last time I did febfast. At the start of March I went on a bender, and lost a girlfriend and an iPod. I couldn’t say which I miss more, but I definitely miss both for different reasons.

Before I began not drinking this time around, I was more aware of my issues with alcohol. One of…

Since the start of February I’ve been offered alcohol 237 times, but who’s counting? Not me, I made that up.

It actually feels like far more than that. If I were counting the amount of times I’ve thought about alcohol, well I’d need thousands of fingers and toes to work that out. As I write this, that number is constantly climbing.

When you really want a drink, you become acutely aware of how many times you’re offered a drink. How many opportunities there are to have a drink. Every single day.

For example, take last Friday…

- 8am flight from Perth to…