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Originally Posted by OccultHawk
Were you burdened with serious responsibilities early in life?
Also, even though Guinness is the best beer ever and the Irish are wildly serious about their “pints” I also think there’s a lot of depressed old drunks in a typical Irish pub. I’m sure there are exceptions but I imagine that the bar/club culture in the UK and the US is more about the cheap sex thing. Pussy puts the magic in the air.
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Not really. Karen was diagnosed in 2001, and made redundant from her job the next year. That made me, what, 39? Even then, she was generally able to more or less take care of herself up to about maybe 2006. I took redundancy in 2009 and she got a "surge" or had a stroke (doctors are still arguing about it) in 2010, so technically only began REALLY caring for her in a serious way nine years ago. Mind you, from 2010 I had carer help coming in; prior to that I had to dress her, wash her, help her go to the toilet etc. Plus I almost got killed once or twice.
But as to the drink: I just simply was never interested. I never found a drink I enjoyed the taste of (I know you'll say **** that, you drink to get drunk not to enjoy it, but I never got that). Being in an office environment I did feel left out when we went out and everyone got drunk and I was sitting there with my Coke or whatever. Eventually I discovered a beer I liked (Smithwicks) but also realised my maximum was three a night, more like two - I wouldn't get drunk, I'd just fall asleep. I know: boring old Trollheart.
I never liked the pub culture - always felt I was wasting time I could have been using more productively and enjoyably - and yeah, you do get the stupid drunks, the fights, the sniping from women, not to mention beer is expensive here (I think about five or six Euro for a pint? Not sure) so it never attracted me. Also I'm a solitary ****, so don't do well in that sort of environment. I don't drink at home - don't need to, and besides it's true: draught beer is much better than out of bottles and it just isn't the same. So no, it's not really anything to do with my forced circumstances, but I was just never into it.
Would not consider myself a teetotaller, as my scumbag father was (a "Pioneer" as they call it here) and was one of the most insidiously abusive ****s you could come across - violent with a stupid smile and a ****ing whistle - and that couldn't even be blamed on drink, so **** him. Sorry. At least he's finally dead.
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Originally Posted by Black Francis
Bent edge 4lyfe. 
I myself get hammered like 5 times a month.
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I have no idea what this means.