Drinking and me

A brief account of how I got sober

My last drunk was nothing spectacular. It was mundane, grubby and, if you have a dark sense of humour, a little funny. 

I’d been viciously hungover all day and went to a friend’s for dinner, swearing to myself that I wasn’t going to drink. He needed to get ingredients and, at the supermarket, sure enough I was pulling a bottle of red wine off the shelf. …