What to do about my drinking…

[Anonymous 42]

I don’t even like the thought of alcohol and all the glorious sufferings it brought me!

I rather someone hand me a claw hammer so I can gouge out my eyes and smash my skull!

[DocParticipant]

I drank almost daily during most of my thirties.
It was during the time I was studying which I spent 8 years doing.

I was flat out bang at it.

I used to wxcerise regular and am convinced to this day the alcohol provided energy.

Why did I stop?

Same old reason – woman.

Met my ex wife.

I have moved on to other methods of relaxation but not the energy part.

I need abstinence for the energy now.

Plus my job demands sobriety.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape, finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. Marcus Aurelius

[It’sallbsParticipant]

i hear you Tower, I hear you chieftan

All i’ll say is this I’m an ex sky highatrist so if anyone want’s nay private help advice on beating addiction or just someone to throw s~~~ at pm me.

Anyway Here’s a 1991 up beat chill out classic, last time I heard this was in the woods in 96 -eyes like dinner plates with dirties hanging off me.

Respect to the MGTOW brothers inside the place.

http://www.leavemeansleave.eu

[Anonymous 54]

I am an on or off switch.

No middle ground.

Drinking moderatly was not doeable.

So I quit.

35 years ago.

I am not interested in telling you what to do.

Good luck.

[DocParticipant]

The first half of the nineties was spent bang at other things.

F~~~ing hell off a period.

Can’t repeat now without losing my mind completely.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape, finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. Marcus Aurelius

[It’sallbsParticipant]

Doc wrote:

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The first half of the nineties was spent bang at other things.

F~~~ing hell off a period.

Can’t repeat now without losing my mind completely.

I was standing in the corner searching for my…

Yeah I remember that one Doc.
Ratpack used to dj at old school hardcore nights at the music box on oxford road throughout mid 90s and at Raindance when I live in London.

everson Allen and lipmaster mark

fcuk me it’s a mricale I’m not dead

hahaha

http://www.leavemeansleave.eu

[It’sallbsParticipant]

Remember this Doc?

http://www.leavemeansleave.eu

[DocParticipant]

Off our heads up a mountain listening to this.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape, finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. Marcus Aurelius

[DocParticipant]

Yes BS.

1992 – 1993.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape, finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. Marcus Aurelius

[It’sallbsParticipant]

Dave Angel was more techno/trance ?

I went through a psychedelic trance phaze during my london years 94/95/96

some of the hhippy gash was fit as – i got more pussy back then tha you could shake a s~~~ty stick at

hahaha

return to teh source -Brixton Acadmey

Few acid techno nights a theatre factory warehosue in Dalston near hacknety and acid techno at 414 on coldharbour lane in brixton.

Then I wnet back to being a fcuking piano head when I moved back to Manc in 1999-went to a shady as fcuk little basement club on faulkner street they locked us in behind teh steel door onces as got attacked by all the moss side madheads with fcuking mac 5s down their ceks

went to a few parties at stay up forever’s studios near old street roundabout -they were a London acid techno label.

http://www.leavemeansleave.eu

[DocParticipant]

I saw Jah Shaka sound system in brixton. 1997.

Yes I hear you about the Manc music.

Knew a few boys from Scotland when I lived in oxford who swore by it.

Back in the rave days the pussy was epic.
Little fitties dancing like f~~~ in little more than a swimsuit or leotard. We were all loved up to f~~~.

You don’t see any girls about like that now.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape, finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. Marcus Aurelius

[DocParticipant]

There is a Manor House in mid wales called Clyro Court. We had some banging nights there.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape, finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. Marcus Aurelius

[Anonymous 42]

Doc wrote:

The first half of the nineties was spent bang at other things.

F~~~ing hell off a period.

[It’sallbsParticipant]

I have been to many parties in the countryside North Wales(not that far from manc north wales) often around Ruthin and then a bit further south in Talybont.

In Manc the afterhours place when the clubs shut at 4am or 6am was called The Red House it was on ludgate hill in Ancoats/Collyhurst near the car poond it’s all regenerated now -one used to takes ones life in ones hand going round there back then.

http://www.leavemeansleave.eu

[It’sallbsParticipant]

http://www.leavemeansleave.eu

[DocParticipant]

They were great times looking back.

I guess I was fighting so hard to get out of the criminal underworld I was in that I didn’t enjoy myself as much as I could have.
But had I done that I would be dead or in Jail. That’s where many of my associates ended up.

Good choice Tower. Snap.

Another from then was silver bullet. Bring forth the Guillotine and 20 seconds.

They seemed like banging tunes in their day but quite slow now.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape, finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. Marcus Aurelius

[It’sallbsParticipant]

Doc wrote:

They were great times looking back.

Yes they were.

I know we’d laugh at some of the lyrics now but I liked all the piano and the moog noises etc

http://www.leavemeansleave.eu

[DocParticipant]

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape, finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. Marcus Aurelius

[It’sallbsParticipant]

http://www.leavemeansleave.eu

[Anonymous 42]

It’sallbs wrote:

In Manc the afterhours place when the clubs shut at 4am or 6am was called The Red House it was on ludgate hill in Ancoats/Collyhurst near the car poond it’s all regenerated now -one used to takes ones life in ones hand going round there back then.

When I lived in the city, after the club, we went out to Bickfords for breakfast at around 2:30 AM, did’t get home until 5:00 AM, an hour of sleep then work all weekend at the shop, mostly on our own stuff we entered in car shows.

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