Yesterday marked 1000 days of this soul being alcohol and “full fat” free. Not the brunch sort (although Fat Tony’s sober journey is forever a road to follow ) but the Albanian-is-just-one-call-away sort. The booze forever leading to the Deliveroo we don’t talk about, the corner date we spent all week promising ourselves we’d not make.

Yep, 1000 days booze and do-dah free. TBH I’m not sure how I’ve done it, the sober reality of autism in a nightclub a newbie I’m still struggling getting my head around 1000 days on but I’m getting there. Anything to stop Charlie from turning up and making a Charlie out of me. There have been close calls and what-ifs and duck me I miss it moments. The AuADHD overload forever seeking the self-medicating that made my wonky-wired head manageable for all those decades but I’m dancing through it. Loving DJing (and remembering what I played), connecting with new souls, keeping promises, and liking Tuesdays again.

Thanks to the souls who have made this sober version of me so – Queenie for the never-ending love and support and hitching your wagon to mine, Hannah for the inspiration, Kerry for that honest bunker chat back in back in 2022 and to each and every DJ and promoter who’s honoured the sober rider, sorted this overloaded DJ with space and given me the strength to resist the full fat and keep the disco clean. You mean the world to me. You changed the world for me. Thank you.

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