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Cigarettes, gambling, porn and booze. What's your addiction? How low have you sunk and how have you tried to beat it?

Thanks to big-girl's-blouse for the suggestion

(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 16:42)
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It'll kill you in the end
My ex father in law was a hopeless alcoholic, kept in check only by his missus. Every night he would go the pub for an hour after work, have a couple of pints (chased with a couple of whiskeys), then come home and be allowed to have a couple of cans of beer. Sometimes he would overstep the mark and have more than a couple of whiskeys in the pub, but she could always tell and would read the riot act. But generally, he was kept on a fairly short leash.

When she died, his immediate reaction was to go and get completely hammered and get himself arrested that afternoon for being drunk in charge of a vehicle. He wasn't nicked for drink driving, as he wasn't in the car at the time, but was in the process of having an arguement with another driver who he reckoned had parked so close to him that he couldn't get out. A copper spotted the affray and went over to break it up, smelled the alcohol on his breath and tried to confiscate his keys. At which point he told the officer to fuck off, which didn't go down too well. Result; a few hours in the cells to sober up and a 9 month ban.

For the next three years he spent most of his time drinking heavily. A bottle of vodka before work, with another stash to help him through the day, then the pub at night. After a couple of months he was sacked after his boss had given him several chances to straighten out. Freed from his work constraints, his whole day was spent hitting the bottle and watching the racing.

One evening as I was passing the house I noticed a shape lying in the back lane. It was pitch black, but as I got closer I knew exactly who it was, so I hauled him up and walked him to the house. He was in a right state. After spending an hour with him I realised that anything I was saying wasn't going in, so I left him (ironically, to go to the pub myself).

One morning his neighbour walked past the window and saw him, up and dressed, sat in his favourite chair, whiskey tumbler in hand and bottle beside the chair. Half an hour later, the same neighbour walked past again and saw him sat in exactly the same position. She knocked, but there was no movement or response, so she rang his daughter (my ex).

He was dead, killed by a massive alcohol-induced heart attack. He was barely 60.

Apologies for lack of funny, but Merry Christmas anyway.
(, Tue 23 Dec 2008, 11:41, 5 replies)
This is starting to sound like that lie whatshername made up about her dad not touching her bits because she was too ugly.

(, Tue 23 Dec 2008, 12:28, closed)
A /talker

How thoroughly intelligent and witty you must be. You dimwitted fuck


Ahh, much better :D
(, Tue 23 Dec 2008, 12:34, closed)
Ah, a man with photos of himself in makeup and a dress.
You northerns arent half poovie.
(, Tue 23 Dec 2008, 12:37, closed)
Pretty harsh.
On the other hand, I've concluded that some people are just plain destined to weed themselves out. My own father-in-law died of a massive heart attack brought on by decades of heavy drinking and smoking unfiltered cigarettes.

But he was an adult, so there really wasn't anything that anyone could do, other than watch him go to hell as he saw fit...
(, Tue 23 Dec 2008, 13:34, closed)
This is true
He was the type of person who couldn't function without being given any direction in life. When my mother in law died, he had no one to keep him in any kind of line. Took up with a gin-soaked chain-smoking old troll for a few months until even she got fed up with him.

An incident where he ended up with a fractured neck after a drunken fall kept him in hospital for four months and dried him out for a bit. First thing he did on being discharged was hit the pub. He was dead only a few months later.

I don't think he wanted to live to be honest, but took the slow option...
(, Tue 23 Dec 2008, 13:50, closed)

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