I can so relate, Aleric, regarding the concert. Once I tipped over into tolerance ramping up, then physical dependance; I morphed from enjoying the interval ‘glass of wine’, whilst socialising and walking around the gallery and viewing the current art display incumbents; into NEEDING to top up the alcohol blood level and s@d the art gallery, the more glasses I could down at the bar, the better. Such a sorry way that the Beast conducted my life, until I unmasked it and thereby stripped away its power, forever.