I couldn’t look at gin (or any spiritous alcohol for that matter) for a long long time after getting spectacularly legless on it one evening, to the extent that I had to spend three days in bed and then spent a week unable to stop crying because I was so utterly ashamed of myself. No-one else was involved in this bender, fortunately, just me! It started in a fit of rage and got totally out of control.
What can be done about the avaricious and selfish
Trying to arrange events when only one member of friendship circle still works




