cock by Ellen Jewett
She was a “functional” addict, it’s more common than folk realise.
Quite why you feel the need to attack her is beyond me.
Nah. Time to change is an organisation I’ve had a brush with. PR bollocks.
There is a mindful employer scheme, but it’s a bit lip servicey.
I’m not attacking her, I’m making a point about how the media represent the issue.
Yes I realise people have addiction problems and hold down jobs. My point is that it’s a neatly wrapped up ‘inspirational’ tale with a happy ending. Functioning addicts function certainly, but it usually unravels at some point. I’ve got a friend who’s from a very well to do background whose parents were both functioning alcoholics with high status jobs. It’s definitely had a negative impact on her.
And yes people do get clean, even in the direst circumstances. The point being that for most, even with support, it usuallyl doesn’t last. I’ve got a cousin could tell you about that if he wasn’t dead from a heroin overdose.
In some areas now, LAs are trying to lump LD, addiction, MH, ABI and dementia services in together to save money.
They technically fall under the same umbrella (MH), there are overlaps and dual diagnosis is an issue. However, this isn’t good for the people using the services as there are also big differences.
People with different skill sets liaising and working together properly is the smart solution. But we need cuts…
It was one experience in the lifestyle section, I think? Not a sociological study.
My mum was an alcoholic, so was OG (he was functioning through most of my childhood, then sober, then other stuff happened). So I kinda get that it impacts on others, ta. I’d tell you about my mum, but she died at the age of 50 in ’99.
But thank you for teaching me, sister!
If only I had a clue…
Evenin’ all ! Someone mentioned nighthoods.
In Spain, I never needed a nighthood, because it was warm. Now in France, I’ll have you know, I have on occasion needed a nighthood, because of the infernal cold in these polar=bear infested northern climes.
Here is the knighthood I wear when the sky freezes over:
Oh, pardon me, I meant nightcap. Justy was talking about blokes on horseback serving the Queen (I’m sure it’s not for me to make comments about royal morals, but I mean, really).
I don’t much like nightcaps though. Don’t like spirits.
(Neither the “Woo woo!” bedsheets in the night kind, nor the sky-fairy myths used to keep the people in chains)
Hi James, hope you are well.
In my biker days, I invested in something that looked a bit like a balaclava, but was made of neoprene. It kept my breath from misting up the visor of my lid.
By directing it straight onto my specs.
I used to call it my gimp mask.
I have a nighthood, and good evening James, btw, well, I have 2, a pink one and a black and white sort of flowery-ish one. They look a bit like that but different colours.
Well, ok, James, I’ll have a nightcap with you in a bit. 😉
You can wear your nighthood, Jaume, – & a clothes peg over the nose – when you go tomorrow to vote for Macron…
James, you might want to consider a Buff or similar. They are the canids testicular appendages.
Vino tinto here. They’re watching CSI Miami. I’m reading Los Herederos de la Tierra…
Time to open the wine here, I think.
Got Robin Hood Yankee Tit on here, xen. No idea why.
Not watching it, even the Alan Rickman rocks!
Well, I spend a little while trying to gather together small icons of
1) a knight hood 2) a nighthood 3) a nightcap 4) the other one, I forget.
I couldn’t find any small icons, so that piece of art will be lost forver, like – here we go again, Bladerunner ! – tears in the rain 🙂
Justy, I’m sure you looked like a hero of the road, in that black skull-tight headgear there !
Polly, I’m doing alright except I should be working on this talk and haven’t laid a finger on it all day long. Just read a bit of this and that.
Fifty, well, I’ve been to the dentist because the devil’s grandad of all toothaches came howling down on me like a hurricane, and me with this trip in ten days and a talk to do. Eight days. Argh. Don’t have train ticket.
Anyway, what with one thing and another I’m on antibiotics, so no nighte cappes for me. Lucky, really, ‘cos I’m no fan of spirits (except rhum, now and then, ‘cos it’s got a strong taste I can taste).
Xen, I don’t vote, but Macron will be an interesting thing. Either he’ll do really well, and be a great president, or there will be things to demonstrate about. And I am a BIG fan of demonstrating: March down the road, shout, sing songs, and the rest of it.
Padded waterproof trousers made me look more like a Teletubby, james.
Do Teletubbies wear trousers, padded or otherwise?
… or to complete that word there:
qu’un, sang impur,
abreuve nos sillons !
Alright, it’s a not very good socialist couplet, because of the “impure blood” which has nefarious links to it, but who cares, it was written in seventeen-something in Marseille, and it’s a damn fine tune 🙂
Oh go on a bit more:
“Do you hear those ferocious soldiers
roaring in our countryside?
They come into our arms
Cutting your son’s throats, your consorts,
to arms, citizens!
Form your batallions!
Onwards march, march,
that an impure blood,
may fertilize our fields”
From memory, so it’s probably a bit wrong, but the main things are there.
(All this from Xen mentioning the presidential thing there. I won’t rave about fascists, though I’m tempted to 🙂 )
Good luck with the toothache, James, and Polly, yours too. I don’t like spirits either, James, unless I have a really bad cold then I mix whisky and orange juice, v comforting, not sure it does any good.
Justy, heroes can look like M. Michelin too 🙂
Ta for letting me indulge in a little Marseillaise singing. I realise I’m sounding like someone who’s had a few down t’local inn. Well no – antibiotics innit – all I’ve had is … water. Water’s not bad.
Now: Food !
p.s. Fifty, I think booze does some good in relieving symptoms. That’s about it. Or rather, replacing symptoms with woozy booziness, so camouflaging the illness.
I think it’s probably not good for the healing process, since booze is a strain on the organism – justy can confirm, being a medical sort of person I believe, that is, knowing more than me. Mind you maybe fifty knows more than me too. And Xen too, maybe.
Oh hell, maybe everyone knows more than me. Well, ignorance is bliss:)
And before anyone says “clutching at straws!” well, straws are not be be sneezed at, and should be clutched at 🙂
Right, off to cook for a while. Courgettes. Sausages. Rigatoni (pasta by any other name).
Enjoy your grubbage, james. You lovely little sweetie, you!
James, please indulge and sing and dance and march all you wish, I like it. 🙂
Justa, “Headband” is looking like “blindfold” to me. 😉
Your eyes are on your forehead?
I used to tell my children my eyes were “everywhere”, they believed me for a little while ….
Seriously scary neoprene mask.
Very scary when riding and breathing out means you can’t see.
Gave it to a friend who doesn’t wear specs.
Teletubby trousers looked a bit like this, but with extra padding in places.
The ex thought Dipsy was the best. I maintain it was Po.
No, does not sound like a good idea. I mean the mask, not having a fave Teletubby. I liked Tinky Winky.
It was probably a bit my freaky dinky little head and a bit it was not designed for speccy twats, 51.
LaLa was cute. Tinky Winky came across as a bit bossy for my liking.
My wonderful Highland gentleman of a Pa died at 15:35 today, aged 82-and-a-half. He has been surrounded by love and care these last few weeks, so many kind friends and family members, and carers, district/palliative nurses, out of hours GPs, night-sitters, & c.
Sad to hear of your loss, Nuits…
So sorry, Nuits. I am glad you could be there. Strength to you now. xx
Condolences to you and your family Nuits.And try and take care of yourself the best you can in this upsetting time.
Peace now, Nuits.
So sorry, nuits.
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