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50000 kilometres 300 women 18 weeks of Rehab. 3 doses of the clap 1 alcoholic A thwift thinopthysThis site is a basic run-down of my life under the influence of alcohol some of the embellished scenarios held within these pages could 'gie yi thi boake' or in other words open your stomach to the elements, others, you may find amusing. I always fancied writing a book, never got round to it, but this was the framework for it. | |
| . I am not going to decry the presence of alcohol in today's society, (sounds like I'm going to be a pain in the arse dunnit) No I believe it's fine and luckily enough most people can handle it and have a good time with it. Problems arise when you cannot handle it, like myself, and you begin to lose the plot of what is going on around you and believe that your way of life constitutes normality and you have managed to grasp it by the nuts give it a bit of a shake and say to yourself I've got the hang of this and I'm doing a great job. Well the truth is I was going nowhere fast. A right plonker who had an underlying ambition to self-destruct but was unaware of it. Plodding along at a steady rate of knots continually pissed out of my skull until I would eventually shuffle of this mortal coil, invariably long before my time was due, and the people left behind would be saying to themselves, who was that or, if I was lucky, he could have done so much more with his life. O.K. I hear what your saying; enough of this bullshit, he's not talking about me I've got everything under control, lets get to the funny bits. Well oddly enough I could be talking about you but we will never know. Enjoy what time you may have left...... I am (Thank-you Moira and Mark)
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