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.
Good Morning Saturday 25th July 2026
What can be done about the avaricious and selfish
Grandson of New Limerick (Son of New Limerick contd.)




