'One Last More' The Secret Diary of a Working Wino

  Drum roll please………today unbelievably is Day 88 in the Alcohol free realms of Sue’s life.  Eighty fucking eight which is rather aptly known in Mecca Bingo circles as two fat ladies.  Not that I have ever been to Bingo in my life and two fat ladies is about the epitome of my Bingo knowledge.  I am not a snob I might add, I have simply been raised by an Irish Catholic Mother who ingrained on my brain from an early age that gambling was the devils work and that no woman on earth should pay to sit in a darkened room and watch a man fumble about with his balls for an hour.  I was also misinformed by said mother that everyone in Bingo had yellow, rotting teeth from consuming too much blue wicked playing ‘house’ and an hour inside could easily be confused with attending a gingivitis convention.  In her defence she was raised in a small village in Galway that only had a Church, a Pub, a fish and chip shop and a gift shop selling shamrock shaped paraphernalia...

Giving up Booze 70 days ago, Yes I repeat 70 days ago,  I originally thought it was a guarantee trade-off in return for the following:   Living your best Life and remembering it (Alter ego Irene and her memory loss super power had fucked me over enough times) Getting skinnier, healthier and more glowing (Helloooooo Sassy inner sexy Goddess, can t wait to meet you) Not drinking, therefore not drunk texting, rowing or causing a street fight over you putting the bins out two days early (I love a bit of Community watch but seriously, no sooner had I committed the crime the Bin police were speeding down my driveway like psychotic over acting extras from Mad Max??) Eradication of performing non relevant, age inappropriate moves either dancefloor or acrobatically related (Under influence I have the skill set of a trapeze artist with an itchy arse)   Well let me tell you dear reader that the reality actual...