Day 50 - Half a Century

50 days in a row, not a bad effort. Might treat myself to a short one as a reward, particularly as what I write isn't often particularly positive. Plus I'm hungry and need to go to the shop in order to resolve that. My writing is usually a negative self-analysis something along the lines of how I am conflict aversing myself into a stupor, so what sort of reward is that?

My other excuse is I'm struggling to come up with anything. A fog is filling my neural pathways with a damp sog which is preventing ideas flowing because as we all know, ideas thrive in arid environments. Last night's four Guinness's, being primarily, if not entirely liquid, probably haven't helped, but I did see Richard Hawley in the pub so every cloud. Every damp soggy cloud. 

(Although he is well known to regularly frequent that pub so it is the most underwhelming possible celebrity spot)

That'll do.