Gotta say drinking alone was my thang,from babysitting my kid brother when I was 13 and raiding the drinks cabinet...
(Never had a spirits collection myself,just shameful stashes of hidden bottles to get distributed around the neighbourhood trashcans at daft o'clock in the morning when nobody's looking)
...to the last 3 yrs which were drinking constantly, preferably on my own and not really giving a damn who knew.
It was that golden moment 6 drinks in when I could escape to Fantasyland,smiting my enemies and ruling the world in my head, that hooked me. However the morning after faced with stark, nasty old reality again,I'd plunge into depression.Folk often forget alcohol's a depressant, but LO! there was a cure...have another drink, and on...and on...and on....
Social drinking was usually an exercise in sleight of hand,if I was with respectable friends,buy 2 drinks at the bar, a quick,stealthy top up and one to take back to the table.
I'm starting to shudder at the thought
