Those of you who know me well, know that I like the occasional full bottle of full-bodied alcohol. Well prepare to gasp, as I’ve decided to do the unthinkable … I shall be detoxing… for a month. Some may say, “sure, pick February the shortest month you lousy, urine-soaked, drunken bum”. Well, that is just too unkind. Instead you should wish me well on my last weekend of booze and giggles, before I swim in the unchartered waters of sobriety for a month. In said waters, there be dragons, I’ve heard. Nasty things that bite with the gnashing teeth of reality, and spit with the fire of regret.