A fellow bloggger has been writing about random acts of kindness, something I subscribe to and practice on a fairly regular basis, though not EVERY Friday. It's one of the many things I adore about Danny Wallace.
Two months in and one to go. So what have I learned/achieved? I used to think that I said stupid things when I drank, said too much, gave too much of myself away. I also put the mischievious childish thoughts solely at the feet of the booze.