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I can thoroughly announce that January, apparently the most depressing month of the year started with a bang this year. I can now put the lid on my 2008 resolutions, as I managed to find time to head off to Milan to go to some ‘parties’. I headed into these events like a drug addict knowing this will be their last fix. Some visual images will most likely not be deleted until the onset of Alzheimer’s. So now heading into the year of sobriety, this is certainly not the year to head into excess. It is even the year where more importantly people are not seen to be heading into excess. I, like a sheep, will be joining everyone at this time, by going without.

In truth I think I had got to the stage where I was a little too comfortable with drinking, having gone from being teetotal to slightly merry, even on a Sunday night was a little too much for me. Even then without ever being blotto, I can find time to utter the immortal words ‘I am never drinking again’. Only to be invited out for my boss’s birthday and crumble two weeks later, and yes, one glass does count. I am lucky in that I have never subscribed to binge culture.

There has only ever been one thing I could manage on occasions to take to extremes, and it is completely natural. But technically I go without sex here in Moscow, can it possible to have binge sex? Well it might be a necessity; I would rather go without here in Moscow. I am so sorry to report, that whilst I am jealous of the amount of couples I see making out on the subway. I don’t feel envious of any Russian woman involved in the embraces. So how does a woman like me go without, like a teacher waiting for the half-term, you just count down the days to the next release date to Europe. A gay friend of mine reported his statistics that his head turns half as much here in Moscow. The other method of coping is to hit the replay button of a particularly passionate session. Only, in imitation of the real life event, I keep waking up with the first light of the morning. Just in time to hit the snooze button.............

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