FebFast

Day Eight of FebFast

Dreams again. Not delicious pie dreams, these were full-on nightmares.

Day Seven of FebFast

I dreamed about a pie. I woke up on day 7 of FebFast dreaming of flaky, sauce-drenched pastry and rich meaty gravy. It was a square pie, the kind they sell downstairs at Gusto in the Clarendon Centre where I work. Am I craving pies because I'm no longer drunkenly wandering into convenience stores like 7-11 or the Quix and pushing lukewarm, dried out pies into my face? Perhaps.

Day Six of FebFast

The gig last night was fun. Not just for me, but the audience sounded like they were enjoying themselves as well (how could they not - Toby Sullivan, Hannah Gadsby, Anthony Menchetti and Wes Snelling as Tina del Twiste - it's a spectacular lineup).

Day Five of FebFast

After a huge day of meetings, workshops and other nonsense, I got home at 3pm and crashed out. Woke up in time for pizza but most of last night is a blur. Not even sure what I watched on tv! So, my normal beery cravings were obliterated with tiredness.

Day Two of FebFast

After eating a Leftover Lamb Souvlaki (recipe below) I have a greasy garlicky, lamby taste in my mouth, and would love nothing more than to wash it down with a cold, fizzy Melbourne Bitter. There is none in the house, but I am sober enough to drive to the bottle shop! Oh the irony!

Hello Chickens,

My sister has set up a team on the FebFast website, where you pledge to give up booze for a month, and in turn raise money for charity. (The charities are all drug and alcohol related, obviously). Having had quite a bender this weekend just gone, Michelle's plea struck a chord, and I have duly signed up.

As an additional pledge, I am going to donate the amount of money I would have spent on my "I got hammered and left my car at the gig" cab fare.