It’s only two weeks since my detox finished but already I am collecting post-alcohol frustration. Last Friday I got rather hammered. I had a self-rage from leaving my suitcase on the train, only then to feel the need to celebrate retrieving it. I was pretty hammered – somehow and for some unknown reason, I got the 6:15am train back to London. I do not remember the tube journey at all. 15 years ago that would have been a badge of honour. Now it pisses me off. I like a beer. I like a beer or two. I love a glass … Continued