Creeping Doubts…and How They Never Actually Creep

The longer you stay sober the more of a logical choice it becomes. Not always easy but certainly logical. I wanted to start this post on a positive and it’s really is very true. I have never felt more sure that I don’t want to wake up that dry mouthed, nauseated, anxious mess that I

The Door to The Past

Well that was a bloody long break . If you follow me on Instagram (shameless plug @thenowineshine) you’ll know I took a bit of a blogging break…which turned into a hell of a blogging break! Time really is just a concept but this break was quite simply epic and much longer than originally intended. But

Sober Long Covid (and Being Too Tired to Come Up with a Snappy Title)

I’m back!! To answer what I believe will be the two first and most pressing questions: A.) Yes I am alive and… B.) Yes I am still very much alcohol free! But I have to be totally honest I feel like I deserve a fucking medal for both of these right now. Those of you

Sober Musings: So Happy I’m Thirty (S.H.I.T)

This, guys, was a big one. I understand you probably think I’m going to talk about Christmas. If I manage to get this out on time *laugh snort* it was Christmas yesterday (I didn’t, and it wasn’t…also Happy New Year!). However, 1.) I’ve actually done a sober Christmas before and 2.) I managed to mess

Alcohol Advertising: Shaken and Stirred

As the seasons change toward the inevitable “C word” that comes at the end of every year, sober people everywhere brace themselves. It’s already happening a little, and to the untrained eye it’s probably barely noticeable. BUT. The alcohol advertising is starting the ramp up. It’s not at “oh for fucks sake” levels just yet…but

Sober Musings: I Miss Making Bad Decisions

Welcome back to another episode of “I am fundamentally self destructive” with your (least) favourite host moi. That said the title is perhaps misleading, but then again is it? If I don’t even know, we are all in for a very confusing stream of consciousness so buckle up. So what am I trying to say?

500 Days of Sober

This was it! The week I hit 500 days alcohol free. Wednesday to be precise and that took the bloody edge off ‘hump day’ let me tell you! 500 days of sober. It just sounds cool. Like a Zooey Deschanel film but less fundamentally problematic. I wrote an entire blog post before this one, a

Sober Shaming: See also “Don’t be a D**k

“Don’t be a dick”. Normally I leave my summary of thoughts and concise takeaway of these blog posts until the end. I’ve never been one for rules, as anyone who has ever drank tequila with me will attest to (sorry guys). Plus this is for sure one I want to get in early. Story time.

Sober Dating: How NOT to Accidentally Shag a Tory.

I know, I know. It’s hard to imagine this 29 year old, with a bum hip and verbal diarrhoea could possibly be single. Though you can now add ‘diarrhoea’ to my search history so that’s unlikely to stand me in good stead. God damn you spell check. But somehow, somehow…it is true. I am yet

Sober Musings: Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired and other Dwarves.

Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired. I’m not naming dwarves. Though I do feel like me and “Hungry” would get along like a house on fire. I have never understood that expression. Shouldn’t it be “like a house AND fire”, but even then how flammable is this house? Why such a depressing choice of phrase? Super don’t