Tonight I was at the Phoenix doing the sound for the local punk night, which went pretty damn well, I was happy with my nights work, good balanced sound and not too loud (which is always a bonus in the Phoenix), and the headlining band, 69 Reasons Why were more than happy with the sound, saying that it’s the best sound they have ever had at the Phoenix, so I must be doing something right eh? Onto what the title is about then, while at the Phoenix, I never touched a drop of alcohol, even when offered to have one bought for me. On my way home, I was supposed to be going around to Phil’s to have a listen to the mix-down that he has done so far on the Redemption Unnamed album, which we recorded last Sunday, but despite ringing the bell, knocking on the door loudly and on the window, there was no reply, so I wandered off home. About half way home, I thought, I’d pop into Voodoo’s alternative club night to see if anyone I knew was about, but upon arriving at Voodoo, I couldn’t be bothered to go in, 12 months ago I wouldn’t have hesitated to go in, but now I just seem to have lost the passion to go clubbing and drink much anymore, last Saturday was the exception in the Phoenix. Although tonight was also related to being quite ill and feeling tired, so I will put it down to that, or maybe I should get my pipe, slippers and rocking chair now eh? Right, off to bed for an early night, wonder if I will find any naked young ladies in there waiting for me, probably not, but I can fantasize ;)