Well 100 full days of sobriety have passed, with little incident, and only the occasional transient alcoholic craving. The momentous occasion arose during dinner on the 12th of April, when one would have found me holding a semi-frosted glass of Kingfisher premium toasting with friends and with Storm – who had born the full brunt of my whinging and pining.

And then to the ensuing buck’s party, with shots of tequila and another 6 beers. It appears as though I’ve fallen off the wagon (or Auto-rickshaw) with a thud…

So Cheers from Goa as the sun is about to set over the ocean…I love it when that happens…