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Phase six: it's oh so quiet...

SO the staff night out is out of the way, and I didn't get too drunk and do something embarrassing. On the contrary, I was the last man standing (if swaying a little by the end). The upside to this is simple, I can stop drinking now for a while.

It's odd, but there's no incentive not to drink when you have a big night out looming. I spent most of last week pissed purely to keep up the momentum. ENOUGH! It's mineral water ahoy for a week, plus there's just a last little but of excess weight to shift before I'm happy - not drinking definitely the key.

All of that self-indulgent nonsense out of the way, and I'm pleased to be able to report that the Shirokuma live expreience (my mate Mark, ably supported by a combination of friends and people I've never met in my life) is nearly ready to go. As well as the surprise of one of us actually amounting to soething I have found the whole thing something of a spur to my own creativity. Call it the "I'm fucked if I'm letting you lot have all the limelight" reflex. So heigh ho for NaNoEdMo in which I'll whip the novel into shape over the course of a gruelling March. Also coming up, big scary reading of my part in The Book (which I really must get round to getting a copy of, if only to make my dear old Nan proud of me) taking place at LIPA, with requisite minor local media coverage. Woo-hoo for minor minor minor celebrity.

But let none of this detract from the pride I feel for all those involved in Shirokuma and Lynskey. Bloody well done, all of you.

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