And so it went on from one drunken disaster to the next

And so it went on from one drunken disaster to the next. I’d always managed to be pretty conscientious at school but years of hard study were ruined in a weekend away on a geography field trip to Snowdonia. My friend Kat and I stocked up with gin and vodka, not to mention the 200 cigarettes, for the lengthy coach trip between Yorkshire and Wales.

The last fifteen drink-induced years

Although the last fifteen drink-induced years have passed by in a bit of a blur I suppose some of you might be wondering how I got myself into this predicament! People often talk about their ‘first drink’. What I can tell you is, mine wasn’t in the singular.

...What a demise being in a treatment centre for Christmas!

...What a demise being in a treatment centre for Christmas! Have to say it’s all come as a bit of a shock. One minute I was planning twelve days of festive piss-ups; the next I was discovered at work slumped over my computer, a champagne bottle and a cameraman. And it was only eight o’clock in the morning.