Hallelujah for Lucky Saint

The prospect of a birthday party in a pub had filled me with a smidge of apprehension. I have to be honest, since going sober, the once beloved boozer has lost it's appeal and anything over an hour is a struggle.

I told the birthday boy in advance that I was now sober, so please don't expect me to stay all night. In the past, I was the last to leave every and any party, probably to the point of out staying my welcome.

Lucky for me, The Salisbury Hotel had Lucky Saint on tap.

My prayers were answered. Drinking pints can be a lifesaver as you blend in with other partygoers - so convincingly that someone in the know exclaimed I thought you had quit!

I made an appearance longer than my planned cameo. Although come 10:45pm, some revellers were looking worse for wear and the call to Soho heralded my departure home - halo in tact. Praise be.