My name’s Sid and I’m an alcoholic…

I remember many years ago, when I was in my very early twenties, I standing outside a pub in Middlesbrough chatting to Jimmy Hartnett about this and that as we did when we bumped into one another when we heard laughter and a boisterous shout before we were swept up in a crushing hug by… Continue Reading My name’s Sid and I’m an alcoholic…

My name’s Cecilia, I’m an alcoholic & today I’ve been sober for 25 years

I remember one night in 1991 going to play darts with the girls from the Spring Gardens over to a pub in St George. We were in two cars and I was stuck in the back of one of them with the landlady of the Spring Gardens and somebody I can’t remember. I do remember… Continue Reading My name’s Cecilia, I’m an alcoholic & today I’ve been sober for 25 years

On being confronted with the past me

This is a photo of me in the summer of 1986. I was 27 coming up to 28 in the photo and I’m stood on Clifton Suspension Bridge in Bristol. I’d moved there with my husband in May that year and I really love the city. It’s was a different one than the one it… Continue Reading On being confronted with the past me

On celebrating 24 years without booze…

It would be odd if it went without notice that today was St George’s day or Shakespeare’s birthday (and his death day if you want to be picky) but for me it’s the day I celebrate how long it is since I stopped drinking and today it’s 24 years. For someone who didn’t think that… Continue Reading On celebrating 24 years without booze…

Depressed not dangerous

There has been widespread and scandalising headlines in the British (and no doubt worldwide) media this morning because the pilot of a German passenger plane crashed a plane. They have decided that because the pilot had “a long history of depression”, had recently split up from his partner and did not let the pilot back… Continue Reading Depressed not dangerous

Twenty three years and counting

When I first had to stop drinking and using drugs 23 years ago I was well aware that even though I knew that I was looking at certain death if I carried on a large part of me didn’t want to stop. Alcohol particularly had been my solace and my shield since I was 14… Continue Reading Twenty three years and counting

I’d rather die than drink again

Back in 1983 I was stood outside of a pub in Linthorpe in Middlesbrough talking to a guy who I knew from church. He was a former Middlesbrough footballer, long retired at that time, and we talked football, people we knew and other irrelevancies. As we stood and chatted a famous football name stumbled out… Continue Reading I’d rather die than drink again

A tale of addiction & why legalizing drugs will not stop drug related crime

I gave up drinking nearly 20 years ago on the same day that I gave up abusing drugs of both the legal and the illegal kind. I stopped them one morning after being told that if I carried on the way I was then I would be dead within two years. Two years of dying… Continue Reading A tale of addiction & why legalizing drugs will not stop drug related crime