As Bill Spear once said: “Fuck, life is hard some days.” Since having kids I’ve always said that you’ll never experience the same highs or lows in life unless you have kids. When things are going well it is great, but there are times (and in their teenage years many of them), when you seriously question whether it is worth it. This week has been particularly harsh with offspring and work issues. But when I sit down late at night and check out the new posts that my boy The Consul has posted, I feel less pain. Cracking open another bottle eases my pain further. God Bless The Drinking Man’s Diary and The Consul for all the pain they are easing.