Imagine being in a hick town full of religious, zealot, preaching teetotalling, non smoking boring up their arse ****s with inherent homosexual tendencies who have no lives at all. That's right, Edinburgh. The swinging shortbread capital of Northern Europe. Brighton's less illustrious cousin.
I agree. No such thing as a "recovered" alkie. Unless ye recover him from the pub so he can go to another pub. Alkie is alkie. Full stop. And no amount of second string prizes will change my mind.
I am a "'recovered'" alcoholic. "'Recovered'", which means I do not have utter faith in my recovery. Anyway, if you hadn't been such a meanie to me over the last year, you would have been in the top ten. We used to be great pals, but then you started to see other people. It'll take some time for our relationship to fully heal - if ever...