Alcohol

Alcohol is a liquid, an organic substance. It is a drug. The kind most consumed with the least side effects is called ethyl. Abuse leads to destruction of the liver, heart problems, and utter misery. Less destructive use is remarkably entertaining.

Alcohol comes in many forms. Some forms are tasty (wine, Jim Beam, beer). Some are remarkably nasty (cheap vodka).

In humans, alcohol causes dizziness, a general loss of inhibition(see seduction), physical pleasure, and unwanted children.

A chemical that, due to the small size of its molecules can have a variety of odd effects on the body.

The most noticeable is its effect on the brain. It can migrate through the membrane surrounding the brain rather easily, and cause its disruptions directly to the neurons. It gets to the receptors on the neurons, and attaches to them, blocking neurotransmitters from activating the neuron. As the amount of alcohol increases inside the brain, cells essentially shut down because they cannot receive signals. The more alcohol consumed, the lower the levels of brain activity, and the worse the ability to process stimuli and react to it.

It affects the outer areas of the brain first, which control higher level functions, such as reasoning. As those areas shut down, more primal, simple areas of the brain end up in control, unless so much is consumed that that area shuts down also, which can result in passing out or even death, due to disturbing vital functioning of the body.

A C₂H₅OH molecule:

  H H
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H-C-C-OH
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Nice huh?

A colorless, volatile, pungent liquid, C₂H₅OH. It can be burned as fuel (10-15% of gasohol), is used in industry and medicine, and is the intoxicating element of whiskey, wine, beer, and other fermented or distilled liquor. It is classed as a depressant drug.

Also called: ethanol, ethyl alcohol

Actually a name for a class of organic chemicals, unique because of their functional group:-O-H.

Many alcohols exist, but by far the most common is ethanol, more commonly known just as alcohol, and probably the most widely used drug in the world. Ethanol is usually made by fermentation of yeast, and other alcohols are made by hydrolysing alkenes.

I don't intend to comment on the origins of alcohol. This writeup merely points at one of the many facets of alcohol that we may take for granted.

Alcohol was being consumed unwittingly by our ancestors long before the cereals we know of were used to make bread. A weak, unfiltered, variant of the beer we know and love today was the first use of Barley known to man. The beer was made to be stored during months of drought, since plain water could not be stored for a long period of time before becoming stagnant and very harmful due to the high bacterial content. The small amounts of alcohol contained in that early beer was enough to keep the bacterial content to an acceptable limit.

The same may be said about wine. One may wonder why Christian religions claim that Jesus left us bread and wine as a symbol of Himself when bread and water might seem more appropriate. Again, the warm weather in Israel made stored water 2000 years ago a certain death. Wine, on the other hand, contained sufficient alcohol to keep the stored liquid close enough to sterility.

So the question arises. Should we thank alcohol for our existence today? The answer in my humble opinion is a definite yes. Survival of the race has always depended on sufficient amounts of safe water during times of drought and alcohol made this possible in Western civilisations.

The reason for which I specify western civilisations is that Eastern Civilisations seemed to emphasise the use of tea far before it was transported to the West. Tea was believed to have miraculous, life-extending properties, but in view of what is said about alcohol, the probability is that boiling served the same purpose, killing off harmful pathogens before the water was consumed.

Alcoholism

Short term effects of alcohol

For many people, drinking is very harmless, however, for others it can be quite destructive. There are many things that excessive alcohol consumption can promote, which in effect raises risk factors. Obviously, there is the state of being drunk. While intoxicated, the person experiences a lack of coordination. This causes them to loose balance as well as depth perception. However, most importantly, when someone is drunk, they loose the ability to think properly. They have trouble thinking clearly, therefore, more problems arise. Many times, being drunk leads to an increase in sexual activity, and as we know, this leads to uncontrolled births.

Also, some teens tend to binge-drink (this is when they drink in large quantities). Sometimes, binge drinking leads to alcohol poisoning as well as even death. This is because alcohol acts as a depressant, it slows down the central nervous system and this causes the heart to beat more and more slowly.

Another effect of drinking is that is causes your veins to expand slightly. A result of this is that your body temperature is more seceptable to change according to the temperature of your surrounding environment.

Long term effects

Over a period of many years, drinking has been proven to cause certain things in your body to change. For example, it gradually kills your brain cells. It also causes you to lose your sense of taste for certain types of foods. It even makes your sense of smell and touch weaker. Those are simply the obvious effects, it doesn’t mention the emotional stress which the alcohol places onto a person. Someone may lose many friends because alcohol has made them very unpleasant to be around. Many married people end up in divorce over alcohol related issues. These long term effects certainly apply to you if you start at age twenty-one, but what if you started as a child. The alcohol greatly effects a child’s brain much more quickly and more drastically than it could to any adult. By starting alcoholism at an early age, you are setting yourself up for a quick failure.

Stages of Alcoholism

There are a few stages of alcoholism. Some people can drink socially and never have any type of alcoholic problem. However, there are people who eventually decide to take it to the next level. From drinking a beer every now and then with some friends, to having many beers, becoming intoxicated. Then after that, you will have some people who eventually live to drink, every time they get money, they decide to spend it on alcohol. This is because they have let the “drug” control them.

Here are a few signs of alcoholism

· Drinking alone or in secret.

· Not remembering conversations or commitments.

· Making a ritual of having drinks before, with or after dinner and becoming annoyed when this ritual is disturbed or questioned.

· Losing interest in activities and hobbies that used to bring pleasure.

· Irritability as usual drinking time nears, especially if alcohol isn't available.

· Keeping alcohol in unlikely places at home, at work or in the car.

· Gulping drinks, ordering doubles, becoming intoxicated intentionally to feel good or drinking to feel "normal."

· Having problems with relationships, employment or finances or legal problems.

The word alcohol is derived from the Arabic word meaning ‘the light’ and refers to the liquid in beer, wine and spirits which leads to people becoming drunk.

First discovered by an Arabian chemist, Alcohol is produced naturally as a result of the fermentation of almost any fruit or grain and was probably consumed by primitive peoples with probably comparable motives for doing so. It has been made by almost every group of people, in almost every society, using an enormous variety of substances ranging from honey and milk to rice and coconut palms. Egyptian writings dating back thousands of years, ancient chinese proverbs and early laws relating to alcohol abuse indicate that it was an integral part of everyday life and that its abuse was a cause for societal concern. Not only was its use widespread, but once it became part of the culture, it survived all attempts at prohibition. Prohibition has been trialed in more places than just the USA, for example in China, England, Russia, Finland and Iceland. All attempts at prohibition have failed.

For being the most commonly used and abused intoxicant among pretty much all of humankind, there is a remarkable paucity of information available regarding exactly how alcohol (ethanol) affects the brain. Part of this is likely due to how well alcohol's effects, but not necessarily the reasons for them, are already understood from medical and therapeutic models -- newer drugs get more attention because their models are still in development. Also, the ethanol molecule is tiny, comparatively speaking, and seems to be able to penetrate and actively make changes to many separate brain areas, so its effects are mediated via more channels than more selective drugs.

At any rate, there seem to be three main interactions responsible for alcohol's intoxicating properties:

1. Endogenous opioid release: Endogenous opioids are peptides produced in the central nervous system and endocrine system which activate the same receptors as morphine, heroin, and other man-made opiates. They're usually released due to pain or stress, and serve to lessen the impact of those stimuli, inducing pain relief or even euphoria. Upon exposure to alcohol, endogenous opioid release is increased in the brain and the pituitary gland, and endorphin/enkephalin (responsible for transmission/reception of endogenous opioids, respectively) gene expression is increased. This action is probably responsible for the feelings of well-being or euphoria experienced with alcohol. Based on success in studies done with naltrexone, an opioid receptor blocker, this pathway is thought to be responsible for psychological alcohol addiction as well.

2. GABA system sensitization: GABA (gamma-aminobutyric acid) is the brain's primary inhibitory neurotransmitter, responsible for decreasing the excitability of neurons. Increased GABA activity thus leads to sedation and lessened anxiety -- Valium and related benzodiazepines work by increasing GABA activity. Alcohol, interestingly enough, can in some situations mimic the GABA molecule itself at a receptor site, causing exactly the same effect as an increased concentration of real GABA. For more on this, see GABAergic drug use and memory loss

   For short term, recreational alcohol use, the increased activation causes a pleasant dulling of sensation and no appreciable long term effects. During long-term abuse of the drug, however, the GABA receptors respond to constant increased activity by desensitizing, so that regular GABA levels can no longer sufficiently activate them. Desensitization is possibly why alcohol withdrawal can cause anxiety, panic attacks, seizures, and other responses that would seem to be based on neuronal over-excitation.

3. NMDA receptor blockade: NMDA channels are one way that calcium ions may enter a neuron under certain circumstances, causing long-term potentiation of that neuron and (theoretically, at least) the formation of long-term memory in the overall system. Alcohol has the effect of blocking NMDA channels so that those processes occur more slowly or not at all. One effect of this is a euphoric, even mildly psychedelic shift in overall mental activity, a much weaker version of the dissociative intoxication also given by DXM or Ketamine use. Also like those drugs, the NMDA blockade is none-too-healthy for the brain itself, causing exitotoxicity and cell death possibly even in neurons unfazed by the alcohol. Years of accumulating this widespread brain damage probably contribute to Korsakoff syndrome, and other non-nutritional cerebral atrophy associated with alcohol.

An organic chemical containing one or more hydroxyl groups (-OH). Alcohols can be liquids, semisolids or solids at room temperature. Common alcohols include ethanol ("grain alcohol," the type found in alcoholic beverages) methanol (aka "wood alcohol," which can cause blindness and other nervous system damage if ingested) and propanol.

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From the BioTech Dictionary at http://biotech.icmb.utexas.edu/. For further information see the BioTech homenode.

Alcohol commonly refers to Ethanol (C₂H₅OH). Human consumption can be a very vile thing. It makes people inadvertantly end up with their tongues in the mouths of people they swore they'd stay away from before they opened that can of Budweiser. It makes people spew brown liquids out of their mouths, and into the sink (if they're fortunate), trash basket (if they're less fortunate), or all over the floor (if they're my brother). It makes people get into fights with each other for no apparent reason. It can cause permanent anterograde and/or retrograde amnesia (as in Korsakoff's syndrome).

There are plenty of reasons not to drink, but, that said, it's also a lot of fun.

Harm Reduction
Proper harm-reduction depends on several matters. First, make sure you can't drive. If your judgment is impaired enough when completely trashed that you might consider it, give someone else the keys. It's an easy thing to do, and it could just save you your life.

Second, take proper supplements. A B-complex vitamin helps prevent deficincies in essential nutrients that can lead to cognitive deficits. The aforementioned Korsakoff's Syndrome is shown to result directly from vitamin B₁ deficiencies. N-acetylcysteine is a powerful antioxidant that removes stress on the liver, and reduces the interaction between alcohol and acetaminophen (Tylenol). Be careful with it, however. High doses can cause excitotoxicity and thus brain damage themselves, negating any positive effects.
See R. Orasas et al, N-acetylcysteine attenuates alcohol-induced oxidative stress in the rat, PMID 12508366 and E. A. Carter, Enhanced acetaminophen toxicity associated with prior alcohol consumption in mice: prevention by N-acetylcysteine, PMID 3828067 for more on the possible benefits of N-acetylcysteine.

Third, be aware of how drunk you are, and how long you'll stay drunk. Drinking on an empty stomach is, as any frequent drinker knows, going to get you much drunker than drinking on a full stomach, especially if you're taking shots. Alcohol metabolism rates begin a steep rise just before midnight, and at 6 AM, peak at four times the rate of metabolism at 6 PM. Thus, the later you start drinking, the less time it will take you to sober up.
For a graph of alcohol metabolism rates versus time of day, see http://circadiana.blogspot.com/2006/02/diurnal-rhythm-of-alcohol-metabolism.html

Let's talk about alcohol.

I am a family practice physician and I talk to people of all ages about alcohol. The current recommendation is no more than one drink daily for women and two drinks daily for men, no saving it up for the weekend.

"What?" you say "No way. Come on, that's ridiculous."

My patients don't say "That's ridiculous." After all, they are paying me to do a physical exam and a preventative exam. I am supposed to give them advice. But what is the basis for that?

One drink is defined as a regulation 12 oz beer or 6 ounces of wine or one ounce of hard liquor. If it is a high alcohol beer or wine, the amount is less.

It is NOT the liver doctors that have given us these numbers. It is the cardiologists, the heart doctors. One drink in women or two in men lowers blood pressure and in general, has good effects. Go over that daily and there is a rebound in blood pressure as the alcohol wears off. Alcohol works in the same way as benzodiazepines: it makes people less anxious and more relaxed and lowers inhibitions. Both alcohol and benzodiazepines are addictive in the long term.

Cardiologists qualify this recommendation as follows: there is no recommended daily amount of alcohol that is considered heart protective because there are too many alcoholics. The recommended daily amount of alcohol for an alcoholic is none. The recommended daily amount of alcohol for the general population is none.

Alcohol withdrawal can be very very dangerous medically. I think that the three most difficult things to quit are heroin, methamphetamines and cigarettes, but alcohol is more dangerous. In heroin withdrawal all of the pain receptors fire at once, so it is torture, but people don't die. With serious alcohol withdrawal, the blood pressure skyrockets and the person can have seizures, a stroke, a heart attack, delerium tremens and can die. In the hospital, benzodiazepines are used to slow the withdrawal, replacing alcohol in a controlled manner.

Alcohol does more than affect the blood pressure. Over time, alcohol can damage the heart and lead to congestive heart failure.
Of course, you know that it can damage the liver and lead to cirrhosis. Cirrhosis is sneaky: as long as there are a few functioning liver cells, the lab work can look pretty normal. The liver makes proteins for the blood and makes proteins that allow our blood to clot. Once there aren't enough healthy cells to make those proteins, alcoholics will bleed quite spectacularly. If the amount of the protein albumin in their blood is low, fluid leaks from the blood into the tissues: so whatever part is "dependent", that is, lowest, will be swollen. Alcoholics can have legs with swelling where I can push with my finger and there is a two or three cm dimple. Alcohol also can lead to gastritis and ulcers. If someone can't clot and they are vomiting blood from an ulcer, the doctor gets a tummyache too, from worrying. Ow. The liver is also supposed to filter all of the blood in the body. As the liver gets blocked with dead liver cells, the blood starts to bypass it. The bypass is through blood vessels in the stomach. Remember that person vomiting blood? The swollen vessels in the stomach are called varicies and we don't like them to bleed. They are big and can bleed really really fast. The person can die. I don't like transfusing and really don't like transfusing 12 units of blood. In end stage alcoholism, the liver no longer lowers the blood level of ammonia. Ammonia crosses the blood brain barrier and poisons the brain. We haven't even discussed the lack of vitamin B12 and thiamine which can cause unraveling of the myelin sheaths on the long fibers in the spinal cord: this means that the person gets permanent asterixis and "walks like a drunk" even when they are sober. I'm sure I haven't remembered all of the consequences of alcohol, but that will do for now, right?

How much alcohol daily causes the above charming picture? We Don't Know. Really. And it is not okay to do randomized double blinded clinical trials to find out. Same with pregnant women: we don't know if there is a safe amount of alcohol during pregnancy and we bloody well can't test it. It is safer not to drink while you are pregnant.

In clinic, I ask how much people drink. If they say 1-2 drinks daily, I ask what the drink is. Sometimes they look confused. I explain that I have one patient who has two drinks a day: however, it is a 12 ounce glass with a little ice and a lot of whiskey. I asked him to estimate how much whiskey and he said, "6-8 ounces." That is, each glass is 6-8 ounces. His blood pressure is not under control and so far I feel like a failure as a doctor with him; he is NOT reducing the amount. In medical school, the two jokes were: How much alcohol is too much? More than your doctor drinks. And: How much does the patient drink? Double or triple what they tell us.

The popular word in college used to be that you could drink one drink an hour and still be "okay". "Okay" to drive and it would wear off. Sorry, nope. Breathalyzers are now pretty cheap; buy one if you are drinking more than the 1-2 per day. And the college students that are binge drinking 6-8 or more drinks on Friday and Saturday: it DOES have long term effects and it IS doing damage.

Lastly, sleep and depression. If you are having trouble sleeping, don't drink. No alcohol at all. Alcohol is a depressant. It helps people to fall asleep. But they do not have "normal sleep architecture" and it works AGAINST them staying asleep. People often wake up as the alcohol wears off. And the blood pressure is having that rebound, remember, and often their heart will race. That is withdrawal. If you are having trouble sleeping or you are depressed, do not take a depressant. It makes it worse.

I saw a nineteen year old in clinic who admitted to "occasional" heroin use. "But I'm not addicted," she said. I said, "Well, that's good. But I took care of a bunch of people undergoing heroin withdrawal while I was in residency and it looked like one of the most painful things on the planet. So I would advise you to quit while you are ahead." I saw her a year later and she said, "When I tried to quit, it WAS hard. I was addicted and didn't know it. I'm off now and I won't go back." So if you tell me, no problem, I can quit alcohol any time, I say more power to you. Show me. And if it's harder than you think, get help.

Alcohol is something that I used to consume quite a lot of in the past, but I don't any more. Allow me to expand.

So. Imagine it's 2004 again. You're me. Young Hazelnut, an embryonic headbanger, is off to the Hole in the Strand to study law. It's a whole new adventure. Getting out of the concrete commuter belt turdtown you grew up in and going to London, where the streets are paved with gold, to study to enter an august and respected profession at a highly regarded university. To not have your tartar of an old man carping at you all the bloody time. To have your own room and the ability to spread out your things without people sneering at you. To have some cash on the hip to do all this. And most importantly, especially if like me you went to an all boys school, an even shot at finding some fit birds and no longer being a pathetic virginoid. Oh yeah. This is gonna be great, right?

Well... what do you think? I was a fat autist with a face like a bag of elbow, what do you think happened? I didn't have an even shot at the fit birds, seemed to alienate everyone I met without meaning to, and had a habit of getting flung out of pubs for no adequately explicable reason. Apparently by acting perfectly normally I'd either do things that made people feel unsafe without realising (and nobody could specify what) or I'd have the sort of anxiety attack that feels like your skull's a plasma globe. I'd then slink back home in a state of abject misery.

But it didn't have to stop there, though. Thanks to this wondrous place called the off licence I was able to purchase a load of tins of Old Speckled Hen (I hate lager, it's like making love in a canoe, and American piss-tasting "beer" is even worse) or a bottle of Ricard and demolish them in my room, usually while shitposting on various squalid online fora. This, I later learned, is called "self medication." And then in my second year I had the black dog and only managed to salvage my degree by working like a maniac in my last year to paper over the cracks.

Also didn't help that I did a year abroad at the Sorbonne and ended up being continued to be ostracised and alienate people without meaning to, only in French. I suspect the fact that my accent was fucking dreadful and I probably sounded like Officer Crabtree didn't help. But, they had cheap tinnies, and Grimbergen Brune was my favourite.

So, I graduate, do my Legal Practice Course, and finally get a job. But I like my beer an awful lot. I kept sober in the week but at weekends I was crushing many a can or a bottle. I did finally find a place where I fit in, and that was the various heavy metal gigs and bars in London. After a fashion, anyhow. I would still feel very lonely therein and go home and self medicate some more. But it's okay. I'm not an alcoholic. I don't feel clucky if I go without some pisswater every day. I get along just fine. I even manage to score a couple of times. With actual women no less.

Then I meet Heather. That's not her name but it's close enough. This is at a networking event. I wasn't actually planning to go to it but that day a client rang and told me that he was organising it and I was going, wasn't I? Given that I had about five cases on the go for him and another two for his compatriot that was a yes. So along I trot. Heather is there. She's witty and big eyed and has long dark hair and, let's be honest, rather nice jubblies. I end up smooching with her in a doorway after it's over and next thing I know I'm spending every weekend round hers, usually in her bed. God, she loved to do it. It wasn't just in her bed either. There was one weekend that I believe I systematically podged her in each room in the house. That was her idea. I notice that she drinks a bit but it doesn't seem like a vast amount and she doesn't seem like she's drunk or anything. And she has a similar taste in film and TV to me and a similar sense of humour and also went to a single sex grammar school though hers was down in Exeter and thus she didn't have the same growing up in a turdtown experience as me. There's times she seems to be a bit illness prone but she writes it off as various things and besides, I have the constitution of a horse so I normally shrug off most infections and things (apart from the Incident with the Dodgy Shoes which resulted in me being shot up with IV antibiotics). Maybe she's not like that. I move in with her. It's all a huge rush. I meet her parents. Her old man's a lawyer as well. She meets mine. I offer her a ring, which she welcome with open arms (and legs). And atop all this, I have a job which isn't stuck in Legal Aid so I'm actually getting somewhere career wise. Life is pretty good, no?

Well... no. You see, one day I was invited to go on a heritage railway trip with her old man while she and her mother and sister did some wedding planning. The idea was to get me out the way or something like that. I get back and nobody's there. Then the phone goes. It's the hospital. Heather has been taken there after having an alcohol induced seizure, and is being medically dried out. I get there. She's okay though inasmuch as she isn't going to die. However when I do pick her up on the last day of her stay, and I find her discharge notes. Apparently she's been on a bottle and a half of spirits every day, and tried to cut down and it didn't work and she had a fit on the living room floor.

We go out when she's back. She has a shot of something but I limit her to just one. Life seems pretty good. For the next couple weeks she seems okay, but she becomes convinced that she's a "whale" and needs to lose a fuckton of weight or I won't marry her. I tell her this is all a load of fucking bollox. Believed I am not. Every single day becomes a battleground of secret tests of character and attempts by her to convince me that she's too lardsome to marry. She really isn't. At this time she was half my weight. If anyone's a whale it's me. Then after a while this goes away and she's eating semi-normally again. There's a stint where she goes to her parents near Exeter for a week to do some more wedding preparations and planning, during which I have stuff of my own to sort out as well.

The wedding takes place and goes off quite well. Off to Geneva for the honeymoon, a place I've never been before. And I have a new new job when I get back because my previous one I realised was kind of exploiting me for shit pay. Life is pretty good, no?

Well... no. She has another alcohol induced seizure in front of me. I call an ambulance and then she has a second one while waiting for it to arrive. Another drying out session. Turns out she'd been going to the offie when I left for work, buying a bottle of vodka, demolishing it, then hiding the evidence in a public bin. This time her parents come along and unveil a plan to stick her in rehab over Christmas. It turns out that she's been an alcoholic since she was a student herself, and this would not be the first time she's been in rehab. Isn't life great. She can't seem to lay off the grog. I visit her in rehab. The visits are contentious affairs because she's back to being convinced she's a "whale" again despite being half my mass.

Like a fucking chump, I continue to dumbly act as her carer. Getting in from work and wondering, is she going to be compos mentis or am I going to have to physically haul her upstairs into bed. If the former, is she going to be civil and nice or act all illogically and claim she's afraid of me and screech and gasp and twitch when I say something regardless of what it is. If the latter, is she going to remain unconscious throughout the whole operation or is she going to wake up partway through and start moaning that I'm "hurting" her even though I am not in contact physically with her at that moment. Like a Reddit jannie, I do this for free. Because I'm too cuntstruck, and too guilty feeling to tell her that she needs to get help like she's been promising to do for ages, and too convinced that I'm in the last chance saloon and this is the price I pay for not being forever alone. And it's even worse when she's sober. When she's sober, she's constantly ratty with me for any reason or no reason. Why can't you be less clumsy and not kick a hole in the balustrade when falling down the stairs, Hazelnut? Why do you not want to watch yet another rake of Come Dine With Me, Hazelnut? Why are you trying to bully me into eating and subsequently being fat, are you a feeder or something, Hazelnut, you perverted fuckhole? Why can't you not spill things or drop things, Hazelnut? Endless. Fucking. Grief. But when she was drunk there was an even chance she'd actually be vaguely civil.

By February 2016, I have had enough and I escape with literally the clothes on my back and two bags and a laptop rucksack. My job is non existent because I couldn't concentrate on it and I was always tired and always ratty with other people, to the point at in the meeting in which the managing partner of that firm fired me I noticed it was the day of the firm's Christmas dinner and told her "I hope it turns to ashes in your mouth." Thus sinking any chance I had at a grievance, but I honestly didn't care. I had an empty bank account and all my stuff was mewed up in the house I shared with Heather. I have to beg her railway-enthusiast manlet father to let me in to retrieve all the things that are mine, and then I get a grudging two hour slot to do so. The day after I escape I get a text from her claiming she's attempted suicide, followed by another from her mother saying that I should have gone right round to the hospital immediately she attempted it, even though nobody mentioned it and I suspect this is all a ploy to further their plan of offloading their soak of a daughter into the first poor ninny who came along and who seemed suitable enough and responded correctly to their love bombing.

I delete them.

I move around a number of contract legal jobs in the South West before finally, in 2018, getting a proper job again. It's in Essex. About as far away from her, her railway enthusiast manlet father, her fat snobbish social climbing mother, and her Sloane Ranger wannabe sister as I can get. The divorce is not contested in any way though it doesn't stop her ringing my workplace and trying to make allegations of brutality and depravity to the powers that be there. Thankfully they ignore her because I forewarned her when she threatened to do this over text that she might. On one occasion she rings me in the office in front of the two people I shared my room with at the time and screams invective at me. I put it on speaker. They all stifle their laughter at some of the things she comes out with. One of them suggests she still fancies me. I tell him he's welcome to have a go at her if he fancies ruining the next few years of his life.

I get another shrieky email from her. I open the headers in MS Outlook and notice that the IP address resolves to a rehab clinic in Cullompton. Imagine my shock.

Then, as the calendar flicks over to 2019, I realise something for the first time. It's been over two years since I had a drink. I just... stopped wanting it. See, I don't hate Heather for all this. I pity her. She was smart and capable and humorous and witty. She got into Oxford for fuck's sake, which I didn't. But, she could not seem to put down the bottle, and it wrecked her life. By the end of 2021, when thanks to lockdown and the fact I was comfort eating I have my own intemperate habits, I realise that her position could well have been mine. After all, I was, as a student, self medicating with cans and bottles of beer. I also occasionally got a bottle of spirits (Ricard was my go to) and demolished it - I sort of pretended that it wasn't problem drinking because I was giving it three fingers and shaking it around with ice cubes to make it louche, so it's actually sophisticated and erudite. I wonder. If things went differently, would I have been joining her in the rehab clinic for our first Christmas together? It's quite possible. But I don't know really.

I still don't drink. I go to heavy metal gigs but I have Coke Zero. I even had a totally alcohol free night when I went to see The Macc Lads in late 2019. They are the band whose songs include "Beer and Sex and Chips and Gravy," "Barrel's Round," "Boddies," "My Pub," "All Day Drinking," and just plain "Alcohol." Incongruous? Yes. Care? No.

Honestly, alcohol wrecks peoples' lives. It wrecked Heather's. It wrecked her family's, who had to deal with the fallout from this. It wrecked mine for the same reasons. It wrecked my family's by proxy as they had to help me bounce back from all that. Then multiply this by many such cases and you start to sympathise with the Temperance League. But then again, that doesn't work either. Prohibition failed in the States. Minimum alcohol pricing is a thing in Scotland but it doesn't stop them. And had it been brought in here, Heather would have responded to the minimum price of a bottle of Russian Standard going up by 25% with a resounding "don't care."

I've not found anyone since divorcing Heather. For some reason being a divorced sperglord in your thirties who is also a recovering lardbucket has more red flags than a Chinese military parade. But I'm going to be up front about it. I'm not going to be with anyone who is a problem drinker ever again. And if you have to hide or lie to yourself about how much you are drinking, that's a problem.

Al"co*hol (#), n. [Cf. F. alcool, formerly written alcohol, Sp. alcohol alcohol, antimony, galena, OSp. alcofol; all fr. Ar. al-kohl a powder of antimony or galena, to paint the eyebrows with. The name was afterwards applied, on account of the fineness of this powder, to highly rectified spirits, a signification unknown in Arabia. The Sp. word has bot meanings. Cf. Alquifou.]

1.

An impalpable powder.

[Obs.]

2.

The fluid essence or pure spirit obtained by distillation.

[Obs.]

Boyle.

3.

Pure spirit of wine; pure or highly rectified spirit (called also ethyl alcohol); the spirituous or intoxicating element of fermented or distilled liquors, or more loosely a liquid containing it in considerable quantity. It is extracted by simple distillation from various vegetable juices and infusions of a saccharine nature, which have undergone vinous fermentation.

⇒ As used in the U. S. "Pharmacopœia, alcohol contains 91 per cent by weight of ethyl alcohol and 9 per cent of water; and diluted alcohol (proof spirit) contains 45.5 per cent by weight of ethyl alcohol and 54.5 per cent of water.

4. Organic Chem.

A class of compounds analogous to vinic alcohol in constitution. Chemically speaking, they are hydroxides of certain organic radicals; as, the radical ethyl forms common or ethyl alcohol (C2H5OH); methyl forms methyl alcohol (CH3.OH) or wood spirit; amyl forms amyl alcohol (C5H11.OH) or fusel oil, etc.

 

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