I was chucking out some old stuff and came across an old filofax that I used to jot all my sh-it into. As fate would have it, it was from 1995, so I had a flick through to see how my life had changed over a decade. Compare the two sets of activities. March 1995. Got back off exercise and went on the beer on Wednesday and Thursday, before going on leave for two weeks. On leave, me and my girlfriend spent a week and a half, bumming round Marrakesh, getting pissed and generally having a laugh. Got back from Morrocco and had the weekend in Manchester. On the Friday we went for a meal and went to a gig, getting in at 5.30 in the morning. Got up just in time to catch the back end of Football Focus, before spending the day down at Dukes, getting bladdered with a bunch of mates. Finished up in a nightclub and had another 5 o'clocker. Spent the whole of Sunday in bed, having occasional sex interspersed with brews and fry ups. March 2005 Combed nits out of my wifes hair, while my kids destroyed our shell of a house. Holy fcuking moley!!! What the fcuk happened? I thought I was doing quite well until I read that fcuking diary.