my 800th post

I could use the occasion to tell you something momentous, fascinating or exciting, but instead I will use the platform to advise that I think I have a hernia. It sort of makes sense - weird lumpy bit in my side, starting to be painful since I went running this evening, and it only appeared after I spent the weekend hoiking furniture around my mum's new house. Well, it's either that or I'm just being a hypochondriac as usual.

In other news, I'm off to a gig tomorrow night! The mighty Blazing Zoos are playing at the Windmill in Brixton. "The Blazing Whos?", I hear you cry...... "We didn't have you down as a nurturer of fresh young musical talent".

And you'd be right. For said Zoos are neither young, nor - if the self-effacing lead singer is to be believed - talented. They do, however, contain a former member of one of my early 'favourite bands', Jesus Jones, and their singer is none other than Mr Andrew Mueller, travel / music / random observation journalist and author of two of my favourite books - Rock & Hard Places, and I Wouldn't Start From Here. Highly recommended, both. If his singing is half as good as his writing, it'll be £4.50 well spent. And if not - well, it's only round the corner from the flat. That, I believe, is a win-win.

Haven't really drunk since New Year because I have been feeling rough - burning pains in the back being the initial complaint. Weirdly, I now don't really fancy a pint tomorrow - the thought of it, and of waking up on Saturday morning, is not appealing. Finally, after 13 years bordering on alcoholism, I seem to have kicked the habit. It won't stop me drinking tomorrow, obviously - I'm still as susceptible to peer pressure as ever. But behind closed doors, where no one else can judge me, it's Ovaltine all the way baby.....