Strangely not hungover this morning. Greg and I waited over 2 hours for the curry last night, and with the best intentions of drinking ourselves into a stupor it just couldn't quite get going after half a dozen dishes from the local Tandoori at gone half past ten.
We ended up, unsurprisingly, in The Roebuck. There were a LOT of women in there, much more than normal. I'm starting to think maybe it's just my mindset, that there aren't actually more women than normal, they're not actually wearing less than normal, but my stupid sexless mind is just making me believe that this is what London has come to.
It was in The Roebuck that I was criticised for my "making up of the rules" I couldn't have argued any more than I did - 'trust me boys, if I was going to make up the fucking rules, none of them would consist of not having sex, and not masturbating for 40 long nights' .... it didn't wash, I just didn't understand.... This is me, going slowly, but very much clinically insane due to undertaking the task of complete and utter abstinence. It started when I'd explained about my dream the night before. Apparently even though this is completely without any personal effort, very much out of my choice, and seriously unwanted, a wet dream is outside the rules and as such I've got to start again. Day one, all over again??? I fucking think not thank you very much.
Today however has been much easier. The football season has officially started (Charity Shield anyway) if there was ever anything in the world that would take my mind off women, it's football. So despite it being played between two teams I hate more than any other I've comfortably just sat through two hours without thinking of my loins once - the first time in a long time, probably much longer than 12 days.
We've happily promoted Vintage in every part of London I could reach in the past few days as well, (this essentially means picking all of the good looking, well dressed women you see and talking to them.... Wicked, thanks Jack) still it's been a success, and all that the rest of the day now consists of is a few quiet ales in the remaining sunshine of Borough Market and an early night.
Probably one of my less eventful days, and definitely makes boring reading. I really like I when it's like this though.
