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Why I’m a Funny Guy: The Little Booze Joke Book

There’s some big hair in there.

Regular readers of Year of Living Sober will know why I’m a funny guy.

And it’s not just because I’m only too happy to share Twitter pics of me with troll hair for the whole world to laugh at, or because I love making hilarious memes like this one…

When he gave up drinking it made her so happy
And this one…

“Is that a bottle in your hand or am I just happy to see you?”

or this one…

Year of Living Sober-I'm Not an Alcoholic meme

I also like a good joke.

And not just sharing them but writing them too.

During the course of my year of living sober I’ve grown especially fond of a good ‘Little Booze Joke’. With every post over my year off booze I included a ‘Little Booze Joke’. Now, with my YOLS being under my slightly looser belt (thanks to being about 12 kgs lighter!) I wanted to have a record of the best of those little beauties so many of you seemed to have enjoyed so much (if comments about which ones where your favourites is anything to go by).

So I made a book of ‘em.

‘The Little Booze Joke Book’ is currently only available as an ebook (from Amazon HERE) and though I may one day get around to putting out a paperback version too, if you haven’t yet got into the ebook revolution what better way to start than with a joke book with over 100 jokes for less than one buck.

Less than one cent per joke!

That’s right, I’m selling ‘The Little Booze Joke Book’ for a mere 99 cents! That’s less than one cent per joke.

So if you’d like to have over 100 Little Booze Jokes at your finger tips, the best selected from over 142 new and/or improved bar and alcohol themed jokes, and if you are willing to spend $0.99 cents for some of that good, cleanish (‘f’ bomb dropped only once) fun, then head over to Amazon HERE.

Whether you’re drinking alcohol or not you might get a laugh or two. Maybe three.

At the very least you’ll have proof that something can come from nothing: just because I wasn’t drinking alcohol for a year didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun with it. And share some of that fun too.

Cheers!

Ben
(Self-confessed dipsomaniac and ‘Year of Living Sober’ success story!)

PS. Stay tuned for a new post about what it’s been like to be drinking again after a year off booze. Tomorrow it will be three weeks since I jumped off the wagon and basically I’m really enjoying booze again. In moderation. Mostly. But more on that soon…

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My First Alcoholic Drink For One Year

Champagne?

Okay, it should really say “Sparkling wine?”

Today’s post is all about my ‘first alcoholic drink for one year’, my FADFOY. What it was, why I chose it and how it felt to drink it after taking a year long break from drinking every night. In this post I will address the following postscripts from the previous post:

PS. Tune in for the lowdown (next post) on what it was like to have my FADFOY. I’m sure I’ll have more juicy stuff to share. Hopefully it won’t involve recalling the sight of undigested carrots, bile and other stomach contents puked on the bathroom floor after a belated booze binge.

PSS. I’m pretty sure it won’t!

PSSS. But anything’s possible.

Anything IS possible.

This is proved by the fact I went most of the day after my year of living sober was up WITHOUT A DRINK. I mean, technically I could have risen at one minute past midnight and downed a champagne breakfast (talk about breaking a fast!) before the sun rose on 12th November.

But I didn’t.

Nor did I take an alcoholic drink with lunch whilst out celebrating with my family for my mother-in-law’s birthday (and wouldn’t THAT have been a perfect time to dull the son-in-law senses?).

No. I waited. Even until after we’d all gone back home to share the beautiful cake my wife had arranged to be made especially to mark the completion of my YOLS. There was a perfectly good bottle of chilled champagne ready to go in the fridge, but I felt like coffee with my cake, so the FADFOY moment had to wait even longer.

Well done on your year of living sober!

“It’s gluten-free too!”


I guess I could have popped open a beer before bathing our baby girls. I mean pre-YOLS I used to juggle my first beer and drying off our eldest before getting into making dinner for everybody, but I didn’t. I waited.

Then, once the girls where in bed, and my wife and I had the lounge-room to ourselves I decided it was time: I was ready to have my first alcoholic drink for one year.

So what would it be?

It was a question my friend had asked me a couple of weeks before the end of my year of living sober. We met up in the city and walked around a bit while he filmed me on my HD camera. I think now is the perfect time to look back on how I answered that question of what drink I would choose to break the drought.

Here’s the video.

So, as you can see (if you watched the vid) it looked like red wine was the front runner for my FADFOY. But, and since we know ‘anything is possible’, as it turned out, being ‘in the moment’ meant in the end I decided on a…drum roll please…a…BEER.

A good ol’ frothy-top ale.

And it was AWESOME! I mean, just great. Cold, full flavoured lovely.

So, the answers to: what my FADFOY was, why I chose it and how did it feel are:

What did I choose for my first alcoholic drink in over a year?

Beer*.

* I’d love to tell you the brand but doing so without getting a cash-kickback seems like a waste—hey, I used to do Television commercials for a living (partly!) and I’m not about to do a beer ad for nadda now! N.B. If anyone from Carlton United Breweries is reading this I do have some footage of one of your products being savoured as my first drink post YOLS. In HD too!

Why did I choose it?

It was a hot day and I was thirsty. Plus I love beer.

How did it feel?

Bloody terrific.

Just. Great.

So Where To From Here For YOLS?

I may have reached my goal of a year off booze but I’m going to keep posting about my experience with drinking alcohol again (in moderation and sophistication) after one year of temporary teetotalism.

I’d also like to see this blog become a resource for other big drinker’s who’d like to take a break for a while (remember WOLS=Week of Living Sober, MOLS=Month of Living Sober and if a YOLS is too much to consider why not start off with a DOLS=a ‘Day of Living Sober’).

The ‘Year of Living Sober’ Television Show

At my friend’s suggestion I ended my YOLS by keeping a video journal for the last 14 days. My wife also filmed me drinking my first beer in a year (and, as I said, in High Definition) and so now my plan is to use that footage, combined with the 140 blog posts and hundreds of photos and graphic images Year of Living Sober inspired, to pitch a couple of  ’Year of Living Sober’ ideas to TV and film producers.

Maybe this YOLS thing has got some legs? I know there are all those MOLS orgs like Feb Fast, Dry July, Ocsober and Hello Sunday Morning, which each seem to be growing in popularity every year. So I’m certainly not alone in thinking taking a break from alcohol can be really good for you.

And fun too!

My name is Ben and I’m a dipsomaniac and a ‘Year of Living Sober’ survivor!

Little Booze Joke

Big Foot walks into an exclusive bar in New York and orders a $30 Martini. Mesmerized by the strange sight of Big Foot at his bar the barman manages to keep it together as he pours Big Foot his drink and presents it to him. “There you go,” says the barman. “And sorry for staring but you’re quite an unusual sight in a place like this. We don’t get many Sasquatches in here.” Big Foot sips his Martini before replying gruffly, “At your prices I’m not surprised.”

:)

How about you? What do you think your FADFOY of choice would be? Love to get your comment.

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How I’m just like v. good boozer Bridget Jones

v. happy

I don’t always drink to get drunk.

I don’t and I didn’t. Before embarking upon my Year of Living Sober I could sometimes drink one stubbie of beer and then a couple glasses of wine and then stop.

But not often.

More often than not, back when I was drinking alcohol regularly, I’d drink until I was pretty tipsy, man. Maybe not always drunk but close—v. close, as Bridget Jones would have said in her diary.

V.close indeed.

If you haven’t heard of Bridget Jones—and though she would find that both ‘intolerable’ and completely understandable—she was (is) a fictional character created by English author, Helen Fielding. Bridget Jones’s Diary was a v (for very) successful novel and film* and come to think about it I’m sure you HAVE heard of it, so I shall continue…

I liked Bridget Jones’s take on self-control and alcohol. She endeavoured to be self-aware while using humor to monitor her self-‘medicating’. And apart from her unique West London nineties patois (I moved to London in 1998 and caught the end of that v. fun pre-millenium meltdown time) maybe, as I begin my 200th day (in a row) off booze, there’s another reason Helen Fielding’s fictional character comes to mind this morning?

Alcohol units.

When completing her diary, Bridget had a habit of documenting her intake of all things proof, even adding the number of shots, or measures, she’d downed in any one day. In some ways that novel could be seen as a kind of antecedent (as they say in publishing circles) to this YOLS blog; Bridget Jones’s diary being full of references to ‘alcohol units’ and their relationship to her ever-in-flux self esteem. Take this excerpt (from the front cover of my paperback copy) as an example:

Monday 17 April 8st 13, alcohol units 6 (drowning sorrows), cigarettes 19 (fumigating sorrows), calories 3983 (suffocating sorrows with fat-duvet), positive thoughts 1 (vg).

Like many people I saw the movie version of the novel. I loved it. Then, some years ago when I went back to study ‘Professional Writing’ (v. fun—for about 9 months) we were required to read the novel as part of my course. I’m not sure I finished it (the book that is, being sure—as I am—I dropped out of the course to finish writing my first novel) but flicking through my paperback copy just now I noticed almost every diary entry includes Bridget’s booze quota.

Here’s another example from near the end of Bridget’s story:

Monday 25 December 9st 5 (oh God, have turned into Santa Claus, Christmas pudding or similar), alcohol units 2 (total triumph), cigarettes 3 (ditto), calories 2657 (almost entirely gravy), totally insane Christmas gifts 12, number of Christmas gifts with any point to them whatsoever 0, philosophical reflections on the meaning of the Virgin Birth 0, number of years since self was a Virgin, hmmm.

As you can see, by Chrissy Day, and even with the temptation of Christmas feasting, Bridget has cut down on her boozing. At the very end of the book she signs off with a complete summary list of her total indulgences in a long list of ‘vices’ (including boyfriends). In case you’d like to read the novel yourself I won’t include that list here but I will add my own, inspired by hers as it is.

Ben Mitchell’s Diary (of a year of living sober—so far)

Alcohol units – 0

V good.  Wouldn’t be v. good to write a blog about committing to being stone cold sober for 12 months and be anything other than 0. Even 1 would be v. bad.

Cigarettes – 0

Don’t smoke and even years ago when I did was only one of those annoying people who didn’t admit to being a casual smoker and so would scum fags off friends. Like I said v. annoying.

Calories – ?

Not sure but do have an app on my iPhone which could probably tell me.

Fat units – ditto with the calories

However many though it’s a few more after those two slices of orange jaffa cake I scoffed down last night. V. yummy.

Weight gained – negative 6kg

Yeah, stopping drinking has helped me lose weight. As long as I keep an eye on that jaffa cake habit that should hopefully continue.

Correct lottery numbers – 54

Which is just a wild guess, though I have won a couple of Division 7’s and enjoyed putting the $15.40 winnings straight back on another ticket.

Incorrect lottery numbers – 388

Another guess. Likely way too low.

Total Instants purchased – 4

In Australia we call Instants ‘Scratchies’. I used to buy them a lot but have stopped because I hated finding the scratchy ‘dust’ in my jeans pockets. Plus BIG waste of money.

Total Instant Profit – 0

Since I always re-invested my meagre winnings!

Valentines – 1

Love my wife.

Christmas cards – ?

Shit, that reminds me, I still haven’t replied to all of them.

Hangover-free days – 200.

I actually started my year off booze one day earlier than my official starting date of 11/11/2011.

Boyfriends – 0

Like I said, I love my wife.

Nice boyfriends – ?

I do have some good mates though. Unfortunately a few of ‘em live in Blighty.

Number of New Year Resolutions kept – 1

V.g.

All in all an excellent 200 days progress. Now bring on the next 165 days of booze free living

My name is Ben and I am a social experiment.

Today is Day 200 of my Year of Living Sober.

Little Booze Joke

This horse walks into a bar and the bartender says “Hey buddy, why the long face?”

HOW ABOUT YOU? DO YOU KEEP TRACK OF HOW MUCH ALCOHOL YOU DRINK? ARE YOU A BIT OF A BRIDGET TOO?

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Sober Superhero Scott Pilgrim

The force is strong in this one

Yesterday was Day 66 of my Year Of Living Sober. It was a Sunday.

During the day we had a visit from my sister-in-law, I sat in the sun and got a little burnt, and then, when our daughter hit the sack and my sis-in-law hit the road I made a vegetable dhal with red lentils, pumpkin, and coconut milk.

There were other vegetables in there too but what is important is how yummy it was:

Delicious.

I washed it down with a non-alcoholic beer, a Coopers Birell: my preferred favourite ‘near beer’ (as they call them in America; not to be confused with a near bear—which is what some people call hairy athletes).

During my YOLS I have grown to enjoy the taste of this particular brand of near beer. I rarely have more than one or two at a time though and I find it kills any cravings for the REAL stuff.

Nice.

Dinner was just lovely. Then, after doing the dishes and tidying up a bit I sat down with my heavily pregnant wife (who’s due any day now) and watched Scott Pilgrim vs The World, on DVD.

Now, I don’t think it’s giving the ending away to say Master Pilgrim wins. This is a fun, ‘feel cool’ film after all: it’s pacy, witty and has an awesome (kids don’t say that anymore, do they?) soundtrack. But looking through my YOLS colored glasses there was one scene I took particular note of.

The only time Scott Pilgrim (reluctant superhero in search of true sex love) gets really angry is after he downs a couple of G & T’s (gin and tonics, kids). I thought it was an interesting choice (of both screenwriter, Michael Bacall, and writer/director, Edgar Wright).  Perhaps it was only a coincidence alcohol fuelled Scotty’s rage, but then again—and given the hilarious, insightful scene with the sanctimonious Vegan super-villain—perhaps not?

Anywho, whether or not the brains behind the big-hearted SP vs TW meant to make a statement about how alcohol can sometimes enrage normally mild-mannered folk into violent crazy-folk is beside the point, which is…

This film rocks.

And that’s coming from a completely sober armchair critic.

My name is Ben and I’m a social experiment.

Little Booze Joke 66:

A roadie walks into the bar and the barman hands him a numbered list of cocktails and says, “What’ll it be?” and the roadie says, “One Two.”

How about you? Does alcohol wave the red flag at your inner raging bull?

Please leave a comment.

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Snooki Loses Booze and Loses Weight

Snooki B4 and after dumping big drinking habit

Yesterday was Day 65 of my Year Of Living Sober. It was a Saturday.

I mowed the lawns. I changed nappies. I surfed the net. If my life was a reality show you’d have to do a lot of editing to find the juicy bits. Fortunately for me (and you!) my life is not a reality show.

But Snooki’s life is a reality show.

Well, her whole life may not be on show ALL the time but a lot is. Just google ‘The Snooki’. That’s how I got to find out about her. And for those who don’t know, here’s a bit about The Snooki.

The Snooki is a gal from America who stars in reality TV show, Jersey Shore. Apparently she used to be a lot fatter bigger than she is now and she is attributing her rapid weight loss, at least in part, to cutting down her alcohol intake.

To quote THIS SITE

“Snooki said that what helped her through it was cutting back on drinks.”

Cool.

And if The Snooki is anything like me it won’t just be the empty calories of booze she’s no longer needing to burn off (by doing whatever Jersey Shore girls do to burn off excess calories—my guess would be shopping and bonking) but the extra food one is prone to eat when drinking alcohol too.

One of the big benefits I’ve found from not drinking (of going cold turkey, of abstaining from boozing) is my appetite is no longer regularly stimulated to the equivalent of a starving speed-eater at a hot-dog smorgasboard. By not drinking beer or wine with—and before—my dinner I don’t chow down for as long or as much.

My boozefree self is a more moderate eater. To put it another way my Pissed Pig has been replaced by a Sober Savorer.

And thanks to The Snooki’s new boozing-less diet, and the world’s preoccupation with celebrity weight-loss (reports just in—Snooki’s hit 98 pounds!), girls (and boys) around the world will be exposed to the potentially life-changing knowledge that boozing less=weighing less.

As long as you don’t replace alcohol with ice-cream.

That’s reality.

My name is Ben and I’m a social experiment.

Little Booze Joke 65:

Sean Connery walks into a bar and the barman says ‘Shorry, we don’t sherve your short in here.’

How about you? Do you think you eat more when you drink alcohol?

Please leave a comment.

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Programmed to Drink Alcohol

 

Drink! Drink! Drink!

Yesterday was Day 64 of my Year Of Living Sober. It was a Friday. Like any Friday I did some writing (mostly on my two blogs, a little on my next novel), got in a little exercise (a walk in the drizzle with my pregnant wife) and then finished the day—and week—off by doing what I often do on a Friday: I got pissed while watching television.

Wait a minute—no I didn’t.

In fact last night I didn’t have a drop of alcohol. What’s wrong with me? Why am I not with the program anymore? Oh, that’s right, I’m not drinking any booze for a whole year. I’m on a YOLS. And I’ve still got about ten months to go.

No problemo.

For me, this reprogramming hasn’t really been too difficult at all; once I decided to quit for a year, I did. As soon as I say that though, I realize maybe it has been more difficult than I think.

Maybe I would have experimented with sobriety a long time ago if it hadn’t been for a powerful force, a force working on both my conscious and subconscious self, a force of such great influence and everyday presence I couldn’t see it for the manipulative, malevolent energy it really is.

I am of course talking about…Facebook.

No, not really. I’m talking about advertising (though FB is now doing more of that than ever!) and advertising is abso-f*cking-lutely EVERYWHERE.

Television? TICK. Cinema? TICK. Mobile Advertising Platform (you might know it as a ‘Smart Phone’)? TICK.

Advertising isn’t just in between the television shows, film and ‘news’ presentations available to us all day and all night—and whether we are at home, on a plane or taking a leak at the local pub (I’m not sure if they have little video screens pumping mini-commercials in the ladies water closet but they are popping up everywhere in the gents)—it is right there in the ‘proper’ entertainment too.

I’m not sure what film, television show or ad (or combination) first led me to believe putting Stolichnaya vodka in the freezer was a ‘cool’ thing to do but I do remember beginning to think that way somewhere around my early twenties.

Someone, somewhere GOT TO ME.

I used to love pulling the bottle of syrupy Russian spirit out of the freezer and explaining to my not-so-with-it friends how this was ‘how you did it’.

Now whilst my memory of what media spokesman (or woman) first told me that was how you did it is unclear, the message most advertising for alcohol delivers is very clear:

Drinking is sexy.

What’s more, according to a medical study published January 11, 2012, in Science Translational Medicine, it makes you feel good.

“Drinking alcohol leads to the release of endorphins in areas of the brain that produce feelings of pleasure and reward.”

(N.B. Big thanks to Bron at Everyone is a Moon for emailing me the link to this booze study!)

So, I hadn’t been making it up all my life? Alcohol makes me feel good. And, since all the sexy, successful, slim and rich folk in the movies and on the idiocy box drink, it’s totally natural that I would aspire to drink the best, to drink regularly and to drink a lot.

Isn’t it?

Maybe.

But maybe it’s also totally natural for me to want to take five (or longer) from boozin up all the time. Even if my body is programmed to drink alcohol (externally by advertising stimuli; internally by a chemical reaction) maybe it is also programmed by something even more powerful than pavlovian instinct?

Maybe my body is also programmed to respond to the urgings of my soul, that part of me that gives me my humanity, that part of me that makes me more than a robot.

“Cheers!” to that part.

My name is Ben and I’m a social experiment.

Little Booze Joke 64:

An advertising executive walks into a bar and the barman says, “What are you having?” and the advertising executive says, “Coke,” and the barman says, “In a glass or a bottle?” and the advertising executive says, “On a mirror.”

*read in manic voice* Oh, man that’s funny. That is SO funny. I am THE MAN! This is the campaign right here. I’ve written the copy without even trying…

How about you? What influenced you to drink a particular alcoholic beverage? Maybe it wasn’t advertising at all? Please leave a comment.

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Funny Role Models

Jane Lynch ALCOHOLIC

Yesterday was Day 51 of my Year Of Living Sober.

It was a Saturday.

It was also New Year’s Eve. But don’t think just because I wasn’t boozin’ I didn’t have a wow of a time. In fact I had quite a surreal night, sitting at home watching DVD’s.

The two movies in question couldn’t have  been more different. First, my wife and I watched The Tree of Life, an impressionistic arthouse opus by Terrence Malick; then we saw in the New Year with Role Models, a comedy starring Paul Rudd and Seann William Scott.

To say these films are ‘different’ is a massive understatement. While Malick’s moving if drawn-out visual extravaganza sought to ignite the empathetic soul of our curiously cruel humanity, Role Models aimed to please with ’I did your Momma’ and ‘sniff my finger’ jokes.

I almost wished I had been pissed.

Maybe I was a little disappointed because I’d hired Role Models after being thoroughly entertained and inspired by reading a book written by one of the co-stars, Jane Lynch (who plays the director of a mentorship centre which helps misguided youth by pairing them with responsible adults for guidance and companionship).

In her memoir, Happy Accidents, Lynch shares about her journey from an insecure actress to a star in one of the most popular TV shows around at the mo’—Glee. On her rise to fame she had lots of smaller parts (not least a role opposite Harrison Ford in The Fugitive), battled with her sexuality (Lynch is gay) and faced her own drinking demons.

Because I began my artistic life by stepping onto the highschool stage (before acting professionally on and off since), and because my journey to become a writer was incremental, in alternating stages of self-belief and self-sabotage/loathing, I could relate to Lynch’s story. Having committed to my YOLS I also understood what she hoped to gain from giving up drinking alcohol; when Lynch writes about ‘experimenting with a new version of herself’ I knew what she meant.

Playing the same old part in the same old story can get boring. Change can be good—better than that, change can be invigorating. It’s one of the main reasons I decided to take a year off from drinking alcohol.

My name is Ben and I’m a social experiment.

Little Booze Joke 51:

Q. Why did the drunk driver cross the road?

A. To get back on the right side.

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Day 45: Sober Christmas with Steve Martin

Yesterday was Day 45 of my year of living sober.

It was a Sunday. It was also Christmas Day.

Thanks Steve Martin and John Irving!

Normally on Christmas Day I would have an excuse to start drinking early. Maybe I’d have some champagne for breakfast or pop my first beer stubbie before the hallowed noon? The rest of the day would be one glass of wine after the next. And, since I’d often receive a bottle of scotch (from either my sister-in-law or my wife—who only ever buys me spirits at Christmas, or occasionally on my birthday) I’d likely finish the day and myself off with a few straight shots on ice (having eaten too much to fit in any bloaty coke).

But this year was different.

In line with my commitment to living a year without alcohol, this year I had some pre-noon non-alcholic ‘champagne’ (with a late breakfast of eggs, pumpkin bread toast, smoked salmon and spinach) and a couple of non-alcoholic ‘beers’ throughout the day. Besides no hangover this morning, not drinking on Chrissy Day had another benefit: I finished reading one of my Christmas presents in, apart from a couple trips to the loo, one sitting.

Not drinking, my mind was sharper and more conducive to absorbing the subtle humour and slow pathos of a magnificent memoir by one of my teenage hero’s.

While my parents-in-law watched Christmas Vacation 17 (or whatever Chevy Chase vehicle it was motoring along in the background) I put my feet up and devoured Steve Martin’s Born Standing Up. As a huge fan of almost all of Martin’s (I really should call him ‘Steve’, such is my affinity and affection) work (Pink Panther et al being the exception) I couldn’t thank my sister-in-law enough for getting me everyone of the titles I’d text messaged her (in response to her  request of my wife for pressie ideas).

Unwrapping 5 Steve Martin books and 1 John Irving memoir (My Movie Business) it was still a surprise though—cause I’d forgotten what I’d asked for. I was so excited I started reading before lunch. By dessert I’d finished Martin’s honest and inspirational account of his rise to fame as a stadium-filling stand-up comedian; the first and only of his kind.

I highlighted a few passages in Born Standing Up, one particularly appropriate to Year Of Living Sober. Martin explained how he used to record his performances on a cheap tape-recorder and listen back to see where he could improve his act. In the following snippet he writes about working on a bit about a smug party guy with a drink in his hand:

When the bit started, the waitresses brought me a glass of wine that I would use as a prop. When that glass was empty, they would bring me another. One night I listened to the tape and could hear myself slurring. I never had a drink before or during a show again.

I don’t think Steve Martin stopped drinking for good but he did learn that, for him at least, there is a time and a place for boozin’ and it’s not on stage, at work, making people laugh.

It reminds me how I used to never drink before going on stage to perform my music but how, when I got more confident and relaxed, I started having the odd beer or glass of wine (or five) while doing my singer-songwriter gigs.

Maybe next time I’m on stage I’ll try doin’ it my old way: sober?

My name is Ben and I’m a social experiment.

Little Booze Joke 45:

Santa walks into a bar and the barman says, “Hey Santa, have I been naughty or nice?” and Santa says, “If it’s okay with you I don’t want to talk about work tonight?”

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Day 44: I Love J.C. and the Hero’s Journey.

Yesterday was Day 44 of my year of living sober.

It was a Saturday—Christmas Eve.

My daughter chooses Joseph Campbell.

On Christmas Eve I took this photo of my daughter, Honey Rose. You can see at the bottom of the frame a copy of one of Joseph Campbell’s books. Honey often takes other books by other authors out of my less and less well-ordered shelf but she seems particularly drawn to Campbell, much in the same way I was some twenty-odd years ago: repeatedly.

The book Honey most often carefully places on the floor, at the feet of my swivel desk chair, is Pathways To Bliss, a gift from my wife for my birthday two years ago. Pathways To Bliss has a few dog ears but is by no means as well read as my copy of Campbell’s perhaps most famous work, The Hero With A Thousand Faces.

But J.C. is not only one of my favourite authors he is also one of my favourite speakers. Thanks to The Power of Myth television interviews he did with Bill Moyers I have been able to enjoy Campbell’s eloquence directly from the comparative mythologists mouth. Well, almost directly.

One famous saying attributed to Campbell is “follow your bliss” and whether we know it or not, Campbell has either directly or indirectly influenced most people alive today; if you’ve ever heard of a movie called Star Wars you have benefited from some of Campbell’s work, lifetime study and investigation into the reoccurring themes expressed across cultures in myth and religion.

Campbell knew better than anyone how the religions and mythologies of diverse people’s all share symbols of sometimes varying appearance but always relatable—often identical—meaning; the names in our stories may change but the path we tread from birth to death is greatly shared.

Campbell focussed a great deal on something he described as ‘the Hero’s Journey’. He was fascinated by the stages any individual encounters when making a major change or encountering an unexpected life-challenge. While I have not yet mapped out what I might expect with the rest of my Year Of Living Sober, I imagine I will be able to identify the stages Campbell first described in his seminal (always wanted to use that word) book, The Hero With a Thousand Faces.

The ‘Hero’s Journey’ of a man choosing not to drink for a year might include these basic stages inspired by Campbell’s analysis:

1) Normal World: In which a man thought nothing of drinking alcohol everyday. Generally not to the point of wild drunkenness but more than he knew was healthy.

2) Departure: After a series of excruciating migraines this man begins thinking it is time to make a change in his drinking habits. After an especially painful post-wedding (not his own, fortunately) bout of heavy drinking,  and the subsequent blinding migraine, he vows to go a full year without drinking alcohol

3) Initiation:  The man’s resolve is tested by everything from seasonal celebrations (Christmas/New Years) to the temptation to mark the birth of his second child with a single glass of Champagne. Other challenges come from within, when the would be hero doubts his own intentions, citing his need to keep a public blog about his endeavour as proof of his own egomania and narcissistic tendency. Searching within for the part of his self which embraces change and fears not judgement from the world, the hero continues on his adventure with the aid of helpful allies (his wife; his parents-in-law; a few understanding friends) and reaches his goal of 365 days without a stiff drink.

4) Return: Having accomplished his goal, the hero learns that it was only part of what the universe had conspired to ‘teach’ him; living now with the realization life can be more than a pint of cold beer with mates, or a bottle of wine alone with a David Lynch DVD, the hero brings a new moderation to his ‘new’ normal life, secure in the knowledge when it comes to booze he can take it or leave it: the important thing is he knows he always has a choice, and one he has the self-discipline to employ.

Campbell broke the hero’s journey down into more stages than these four but hopefully this gives a basic idea of what he was on about.

After Campbell, Christopher Vogler continued helping writers like me (and anyone interested in the art of great storytelling) to understand the nuances of mythic structure, in his book ‘The Writer’s Journey’. If you are lucky enough to get anything by Campbell or a copy of Vogler’s book this Christmas, and you know nothing of either’s work, you are in for a real treat.

And some kind of journey.

Merry Christmas!

My name is Ben and I’m a social experiment.

Little Booze Joke 44:

A one-eyed monster walks into a bar and the barman says, “Eye.”

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Day 43: Christmas Eve Cheers from Sam Malone

Yesterday was Day 43 of my year of living sober.

It was a Friday—Friday 23rd December 2011, to be precise. Which makes today the 24th December—Christmas Eve.

How young does Woody look?

So close to Christmas I’ve been thinking about how millions of people will enjoy a glass of bubbly or some creamy eggnog or something else festive during this holiday season. But since I won’t be joining in I kind of feel a bit…alone.

Even though I know I won’t be alone in choosing sobriety over sloshiness this year, I feel like Sam Malone, Ted Danson’s character in Cheers. I feel like the alcoholic barman who, knowing his weakness and tendency for over-indulgence chooses to serve others alcohol without serving a drop for himself.

Watching Cheers as a youngster I remember admiring Sam a lot—and not only for his good sense of humour, his love of life and his (frustratingly to Shelley Long’s ‘Diane’) great success with woman. No, I also liked Sam because he was like Clint Eastwood: he knew his limitations.

My limitation is self-imposed. But unlike Sam, who swore off the liquor for good (forever), I’ve decided to go just one year without drinking alcohol. So however hot it gets in Melbourne on Chrissy day I won’t be having even a single beer.

In my Year Of Living Sober not even a fantastical transportation down the stairs of that famous Boston fictional bar would be enough to tempt me.*

“Nothing for me Sam,” I’d say. “I’m on a YOLS.”

“Cheers Ben!” Sam would reply. “How ’bout a club soda?”

We just call it ‘soda water’ in Australia but I’d still know what Sam meant and would gratefully accept his suggestive sell.

“Cheers Sam.”

And for everyone who is drinking this year, please have one for me.

Merry Christmas Eve!

My name is Ben and I’m a social experiment.

Little Booze Joke 43:

A flashing pedestrian sign walks into a bar and the barman says, “Keep walking.”

* Back when I was acting the closest I got to a Cheers appearance was when I met Norm (George Wendt) on the set of a London television show (Noel’s House Party Christmas special 1993′ish). Unfortunately for my ego George didn’t watch Neighbours, the Australian soap which had made me briefly famous enough to do pantomime in England, but he did shake my hand. That’s one degree of separation from Sam Malone himself!

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