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The Daily Whatever: On Addiction Recovery.

The imagination is a wonderful thing. It can both inspire and save a life. When I’m at a meeting, and if I get the chance to say my piece, I use my imagination to describe how it is I cope with my addiction.

I picture it as a toy of some description, say a really ugly teddy bear, wrapped from head to toe in duct tape. Then I imagine the bear locked in a room with no windows or light. The only person who has a key to this room is me. Therefore the only person who can let my addiction out is me. Occasionally I hear a muffled cry come out from the room, but I don’t worry about it. My addiction is locked away. It can call out all it wants – but there’s no way I’m letting it out to play.

This is how I cope. It works for me and I find it empowering.

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 96. On Health.

To your health! we toast sometimes. But what kind of health are we toasting? Good health, bad health, mental or physical health? It’s a kind of superman or woman who has excellent physical and mental health. Nearly everyone of us has something wrong within our bodies or minds; it’s a fact of life (and, unfortunately, death).

But the trick is not to overly concern ourselves with every nook and cranny of the wondrous machine we call our body. Most of the time it will take care of itself, with a little help from ourselves, of course. Just don’t overdo it.

 

 

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 84. On Government Health Warnings.

Don't say you haven't been warned.

Caution: this blog contains flashing images, scenes of a violent nature, strong language and some sequences during which you might consider popping out and making a cup of tea or coffee.

Moderate reading of this and other posts is recommended: no more than five units a week if you’re a male, three if you’re female, seven if you’ve got more than two legs, none if you’re a fish. If you’re a fictional character, knock yourself out. Dosages exceeding those which have been laid down in stone may result in memory loss, insomnia, acne, manic behaviour and, of course, memory loss.

 

 

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 77. On Male Grooming.

There was a time when all men had to do before heading out was brush their teeth, comb their hair, then splash on a bit of smelly stuff (Brut, Old Spice or whatever your father had in his collection). Nowadays, though, things have become a little more complicated. I blame David Beckham.

Now it’s all about moisturisers and eye cream. Where once I had shaving foam and toothpaste, now I have l’Oreal, Nivea and other products sold to me by advertising. One thing I will say, though, no way do I look 46. May this crap does the job after all.

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 60. On Addictions.

Each of us, I think, has something we can’t live without, despite it being detrimental to our health and way of life. For some it could be alcohol, cigarettes, fatty food, salt or prescription/non-prescription drugs. Most of us are aware that such addictions can kill us.

But what about those addictions that are not fatal? If you could, would you be able to give up using the Internet, drinking coffee, buying too many books, eating too much chocolate, or possessing an unrealistic view of mankind and all its stupidity?

But enough about me. What should YOU live without?

Tell me.

 

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 58. On House.

Dr Gregory House is an asshole, an arrogant, self-satisfied pain in the butt – and I can’t get enough of him. Not many shows make me want to sit down and view whole seasons all at once, but there’s something about the anti-hero that resonates with the writer in me.

Hugh Laurie’s award-winning portrayal of House notwithstanding, there’s more to his character and the show as a whole that causes me to think long and hard about it, even well into the early hours of the morning. Ethical issues come to mind and I will write more on this very soon.

 

 

 

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 28. On Haircuts and Compliments.

I was in town today and decided it was high time I had my hair cut. I ‘looked like a poet’, as my mother would say. I chose a barber shop in the GPO Arcade and went in, where I was attended to by a Latvian lady called Christina

As I was a captive audience I allowed myself the pleasure of looking at the lady who cut my hair. Like most men I am very much taken by female beauty. But unlike some men I know, I told her she was gorgeous just for the pleasure of seeing her smile. And it felt good.

 

 

Bucktooth: My NaNoWriMo Premise

Tim “Bucktooth” Fanning has anger management issues. Look at his girlfriend the wrong way, and he’ll knock seven shades out of you. He needs a therapist but he can’t afford one. So he goes in search of a job that will pay him big money, impress his friends, and help restore him as a functioning member of society.

It’s a big ask but the MeerLin Corporation are willing to help. They need someone expendable to deliver a package to Mr Sandross in Berlin – a package that is not only the most important historical artifact in living memory, but one that is prized by inscrutable collectors from America to China. It’s a one-man, one-off mission. If Bucktooth succeeds he’ll collect a cool million euro; fail and he dies.

So naturally he wants a cyanide tooth, just in case the bad guys get to him first. When they do – and the tooth doesn’t live up to expectations – Bucktooth wants answers. From MeerLin and Mr Sandross. He doesn’t care what the package is; he just wants to hit people.

From November 1, follow Bucktooth as he wreaks havoc across Europe, cracks heads in Athens, breaks arms in Geneva and falls in love in Paris.

Bucktooth: a hero for our times. Just don’t get on his bad side.

Drink Talk: Conversations with a Bartender.

Your Friendly Neighbourhood Bartender: How are you doing? What can I get you?

Clueless Customer: Hey, you haven’t got Kopparberg Berry?

YFNB: Yes.

CC: Great. Can I have two please?

YFNB: We don’t have any, sorry.

CC: But you just told me you did?

We don't have it.

YFNB: No I didn’t.

CC: Yes, you did.

YFNB: You asked me if I didn’t sell it. I said yes, we don’t sell it.

CC: I don’t get you.

YFNB: Ever hear of the song “Yes, We Have No Bananas”?

CC: Years ago.

YFNB: Well then, it’s a case of “Yes, We Have No Kopparberg.”

CC: *ponders* Two Corona, then.

YFNB: Right you be. *serves CC two Corona*

CC: I still don’t get you.

YFNB: *sigh* And sadly you never will.

Lindsay Lohan – Who Gives A S**T!

Lindsay back in Porridge (Image: theglobeandmail.com)

So Lindsay Lohan finds herself back behind bars again this evening. Am I surprised? Not a jot.

I’ve just watched an interview with her father outside the courthouse, care of Sky News, and I’m as appalled as he is; though not for the same reasons. Without giving Ms. Lohan more publicity than she deserves, I want to make a few things clear.

First, Ms. Lohan is privileged and talented. With time and space, she can make something good come out of all this. Her father is not helping. He blames her friends, the media and the bad choices his daughter continues to make. But he does not blame Ms. Lohan.

Second, whether you agree with me or not, addicts have a choice: to use or not to use. This is not a Shakespearean tragedy unfolding here. Ms. Lohan chooses to use drugs for whatever reason she deems fit, even at the expense of her own freedom. You read that correctly: Ms. Lohan chooses to abuse drugs. Where her father blames those choices, he fails to accuse the person who made them.

Third, people get tired of the same old shit. Most folk want others to recover from whatever addiction inflicts them. I know this because I’m a recovering addict. I couldn’t have got to where I am without the support of others. But that support only goes so far. If an addict keeps falling off the wagon and continues to use or drink, they will be left behind by those that once cared.

Ms. Lohan, like George Michael and other “celebrity” addicts, are in the Last Chance Saloon. Clean up – or use. Your choice. It has always been your choice.

I’ll say no more.