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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.