Day 37 without booze, and I’m clinging to my minty mocktail like a life raft while the sun tries to roast me alive. The scales are mocking me, the trousers still judge me, and whisky still whispers from movie screens — but I’m holding the line. Click in for heatwaves, humour, and the tragic comedy of one man’s quest to drop a few kilos without losing his mind.
