My Booze Heck - Why?
The phrase My Booze Hell was once a tabloid mainstay, used to describe the descent into madness and chaos which public figures experience when booze is featuring heavily in their lives. I'm no public figure, and my experience wasn't a descent into chaos. It was, for the most of it, really good fun. I met new people, laughed uproariously, and if there was an element of chaos, it was the good chaos. The good shit. I've chosen My Booze Heck as the name for the event, and the associated podcast and blog, as Heck is a softer, gentler, minced-oath version of hell, reflecting my booze experience. Not hellish, and more of a stumble than a descent, but certainly with an aspect of heck, in an "Ooh, 'eck!" way. 10 months ago (and a stone lighter), I made a change,  but was it as sudden as it appeared, and as my friends thought? Was it a culmination of other factors, drip-dripping into my consciousness? If that chimes with you, and you'd like to discuss the experience...