I’m just over a month sober now, and can honestly say that I’m enjoying it. In part because there are so many AF options out there these days, so I don’t have to sit in a pub nursing a tomato juice and calling it a Virgin Mary so that the hardcore beer drinkers don’t look … More A “Teatotal” Monthiversary
I was 16 years old when I started to go out clubbing. Some of my friends had been going to the dingy, grubby old rock club that was like a second home since before we left school. Back then, I wasn’t a drinker. Mum might give me a miniature bottle of Babycham or Pony on … More “Just The One”
I don’t remember how long I was sober for, before Iain Duncan Smith took a massive shit on disabled people all over the UK (stress, panic and fear are not conducive to remaining sober when your entire world feels as though it’s ending). I immediately freaked, tried to jump out of the bedroom window, and … More Dry June… And Hopefully Dry Forever
Watermelon mocktails. I must try these! For some time now, I have been concerned about my drinking. Ian Duncan Smith and the DWP knocked me off my happy little sober wagon last year, and I have been struggling to climb back on ever since. Add my liver cirrhosis into the mix and I absolutely shouldn’t … More A Twist In My (Lack Of) Sobriety
Yes, I have just shown you the three stages that a damaged liver goes through. I owe this post to a beloved friend of mine from the States, who was already dying when I e-met her, but who urged me to fight and live. She died last November, just before my birthday. So I’m writing … More How My Liver Is Killing Me
An Accident In Space And Time 