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Then I got into punk. Some friends lent me some Smiths, it was different for me, his voice, etc. A friend recorded it on VHS and played it to me, the video and song was Suedehead.

It was my first time hearing a Morrissey solo song. Anyway, the video started playing, then seeing this strange being walk around a small town, alone, detached, poetic, and the music hit me all at once. I connected immediately, a moment that changed my life forever. No regrets. Lawrence Back in the day browser since November Transitional times. Post reply. Insert quotes…. Similar threads.

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Suddenly he realised how pointless his wishes were, as Mad Dash entered. Ah Mad Dash! What a princess she had been. How Sir Derek regretted that fateful day, when he had first kissed her and she had promptly turned into a frog. Or was it a toad? He could never quite remember the difference. Sir Derek was somewhat ashamed of his new table. Cutbacks seemed to be everywhere nowadays. At least they could still afford to hold the annual Jousting Tournament organised by the barbarians from the HUB.

The Bored Meeting was due to start. The Knights of the Semicircular table had assembled to discuss the past year. He began to connive about the jousting fields at Gravlington. The gold extraction had been going badly. Meanwhile in the Phallix Office, Smuggly was drooling over some highly illuminated manuscripts. He had sent out his menial, Dung Kink, to collect the filthiest specimens he could find.

Dung was particularly pleased with the copy of Sub Constructus, a manuscript for the jollier man. Dung felt that he had done such a good job for Cheapskate, that he decided to stand for Chief Citizen, and walked outside to announce the fact to his citizen friends.

Sir Charge of the Accommodation Office was standing in for the Knight of Passion and the Knight on the Tiles, who were both unavoidably detained. The Sleepless Knight had dropped off in the corner and the rather trendy Next Knight had still not turned up. Jolly Hockey-Sticks was waiting for him with a pile of parchment-work.

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Times were hard. Sir Derek had just decided to close the Jobbe Shoppe down. Life, he argued, was all about the basics: an apron, a liking for running around with one trouser leg rolled up and a silly handshake. There were plenty of jobs for decorators; they could all go and do that instead.

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An alcoholic is a person for whom one drink is too many and a hundred is not enough. Liz Warren explains why and investigates the incidence of alcoholism at Imperial College. It could be you. There are probably between and students at Imperial College who are alcoholics. This is about six percent of the student population, or more than one in twenty.

With its culture of excessive drinking, Imperial perhaps has even more heavy drinkers than average and that might mean more alcoholics. What is an alcoholic? Consider the popular conception of an alcoholic. Or it is the errant genius liberally dosing his wit and brilliance while he either squanders his talents or produces a masterpiece. The truth is that he, or indeed she, is more likely to be your doctor, your bank manager, perhaps your brother or your best friend, or the person sitting next to you in the lecture theatre.

Or it could be you. Alcoholism is no respecter of age or class or sex or race. There are different ideas about exactly what alcoholism is. Contrary to a popular misconception, which is hopefully dying out, alcoholics are not weak. Alcoholism is a disease, much like one of those other unmentionable diseases, cancer. It is a progressive illness: if an alcoholic goes on drinking, they will become progressively worse.

It is not a disease which can ever be fully cured, but it can be arrested. Most alcoholics suffer from both a physical dependence or craving for alcohol and a mental obsession with their drinking. The alcoholic has crossed over a line where they can no longer control their drinking and where it begins to affect the whole of their life. Drinking can lead to them losing their jobs, their friends and their families.

These are the roots of the popular image of an alcoholic: the down and out who has lost everything, except his desire to drink.

Alcoholics do not start as down and outs, they become that way because losing control of their drinking makes them lose control of their lives.

Alcoholics are frequently in trouble with the police because of their actions when drunk, because they will steal or cheat to obtain the next drink. Equally, alcoholics can spend years behaving to the outsider and even to those quite close to them as if they have no problem whatsoever.

Alcoholism is also linked to many other diseases which are caused by excessive alcohol consumption, such as cirrhosis of the liver and high blood pressure. Women, drinkers face an increased risk of cirrhosis of the liver, obesity , anaemia and malnutrition compared to men.

A study amongst UK Civil Servants. Twenty key questions Each individual must decide for themselves whether they are an alcoholic. This can be meant in both the sense of someone who is physically dependent on alcohol or someone who is not physically dependent but finds that drinking is adversely affecting their life.

Alcoholics Anonymous have devised a list of twenty questions which can help people decide if they have a problem. Is drinking making your home life unhappy? Have you ever tried to stop drinking for a week or so but only lasted for a couple of days?

Is drinking affecting your reputation? Do you drink to escape from worries or trouble? Do you drink alone? Have you lost time from work due to drinking?

Has your ambition decreased since drinking? Has your efficiency decreased since drinking? Is drinking jeopardising your job or business? Have you ever felt remorse after drinking? Are you in financial difficulties as a result of drinking? Do you turn to or seek an inferior environment when drinking? Do you crave a drink at a definite time daily?

Does drinking cause you to have difficulty sleeping? Do you want a drink the next morning? Do you drink to build up your self confidence? Have you ever had complete loss of memory as a result of drinking blackouts?

Has your doctor ever treated you for drinking? Have you ever been in hospital or prison because of drinking? Add up how many questions you answered yes to and turn over. It could be linked to a gene, which, if activated, causes alcohol to be converted into a strongly addictive substance.

Organisations exist to help heavy drinkers cut down, but for those who cannot control their drinking, usually the only answer is to cut out alcohol altogether, with the help of organisations like Alcoholics Anonymous. How widespread is alcoholism? The figures quoted at the beginning of this article are only a rough estimate.

It is nearly impossible to accurately gauge how many alcoholics there are since so many remain untreated or unrecognised.

They also cite mortality rates due to alcohol as being between 8, and 40, per year. The uncertainty arises because although alcohol is associated with many types of physical ill health, only about 3, death certificates per year mention alcohol as a primary cause of death.

These figures mean that alcohol misuse is one of the major causes of premature death. Several researchers have carried out work into patterns of drinking amongst students.

A survey carried out at Nottingham University into student drinking patterns asked students whether they ever felt they were unable to control their drinking. Interestingly in this study the proportions for men and women who felt their drinking was out of control were almost identical, although the number of self confessed heavy drinkers was much higher amongst men than women, in line with the national figures. A survey amongst students at a London medical school suggested that although drinking amongst male students matched that for the general population, female students drank much more heavily.

Over half felt their drinking had affected their academic performance at some time. All these results suggest that alcohol has a particularly devastating effect on students, most likely because of the nature of student social life. Reasons for drinking almost always seem to centre around peer pressure and the prominence of drinking at social events, something Imperial College is no stranger to.

The welfare survey carried out at IC last year bears out these results although it was not directly concerned with alcoholism. There is every reason to suppose that students at IC are as at risk as students elsewhere. The social costs of alcoholism. Alcoholism affects not only the individual concerned but the society in which they live. The economic costs Page Not all these costs can be attributed to alcoholics, but they do give evidence of the scale of the problem.

The most disturbing cost is the expenditure in response to alcohol related problems by national bodies and in research. Given the success of groups such as Alcoholics Anonymous in curing alcoholism, a little more expenditure in this area might reduce the cost to industry in particular.

The effect of alcoholism on the workplace mainly manifests itself in declining standards of work, lower output, excessive absenteeism, higher levels of sick leave, an increased number of accidents and strained relationships with fellow workers.

Employers face the problem of both recognising alcoholics and dealing with them. Union Officials and fellow workers can often believe that they are acting with the best of intentions by covering up cases of problem drinking for members and fellow employees.

Management also ignore breaches of discipline until they have allowed the situation to deteriorate to such a degree that severe disciplinary action becomes inevitable, frequently resulting in dismissal. This is destructive for both the employee and the employer. However, there are feelings that more companies are beginning to take an enlightened attitude and deal with alcoholic employees more responsibly. It may do. Try the questionnaire. The results may shock you.

Alcoholism is more widespread than most people think. But alcoholism is only a disease, which can be arrested. And the answers According to Alcoholics Anonymous: if you answered yes to one of the questions, there is a definite warning that you may be an alcoholic.

If you answered yes to two questions, the chances are that you are an alcoholic, if you answered yes to three or more you are definitely an alcoholic. This may seem very extreme, but AA claim that their experience of dealing with recovering alcoholics has shown them that this is all it takes. The aim of all A A groups is to give up alcohol entirely and develop an alcohol-free life. Drinkwatchers help heavy drinkers reduce their consumption to sensible levels.

It is not intended for those who are dependent upon alcohol and wish to abstain totally. If you are concerned for someone else, you can get help from: Al-Anon Family Groups. These self help groups are for the families and close associates of problem drinkers. The aim is to relieve the pressure of living with the drinker by sharing experiences and giving support. You can join whether or not the problem drinker is attending an A A group or receiving other help.

This group is similar to Al-Anon, but it is for the teenaged children of problem drinkers, who often feel happier with the support of people their own age, and do not always want to share their experiences with parents or other adults.

I left Imperial College some time ago with a degree, plenty of good memories, a lot of friends My parents had encouraged me to drink in moderation from about the age of fourteen, so I was fairly aware of my limits and how to drink sensibly and sociably. Then I became successively involved with two socially active groups who did drink a lot. My drinking patterns altered radically. I acquired a taste for real ale and, in an effort to prove I was equal to my male friends I acquired an ability to drink pints that seems ludicrous looking back.

Here is evidence of the particular pressures which I think IC can exert to encourage students into alcoholism: so much of the culture seems to be underlined by a competitiveness which at its most extreme manifests itself in drinking competitions and downing yards of ale.

A great deal of social life seemed to revolve around pubs and bars. Again I was under the impression I could handle my drinking.

This was despite the fact that I was having blackouts with increasing regularity and that after a. I also began to spend more time drinking because I wanted to escape from my problems. This only resulted in me finding lots of excuses to spend time drinking with other people. At one point I was drinking heavily almost every night. When I realised this it shocked me enough to cut down a little. But worse was to come.

I was unusually fortunate for a long time in that I rarely got hangovers, but I began to get them more often. It was the point at which I realised that these were actually alcohol withdrawal symptoms, that I finally acknowledged I was an alcoholic. Other things began to fall into place. I realised that once I had had one drink, I was incapable of stopping unless there was some external control, such as being with someone who was only having a couple of drinks because they were driving.

When I. I acknowledged and faced up to my alcoholism when I went home to my parents at Easter. On my last night at home we had gone to the pub. I drank a great deal too much, partly because I was depressed. The next day I began to feel ill. On the train back to London I started shaking and feeling freezing even though the carriage was warm.

That was two months ago. But IC certainly propelled me more rapidly into alcoholism and made it harder for me to see my problem for longer. For a really good night out, head for the sleazy slimey squats where the creatu night creep at dusk and slink away to sleep at dawn.

At such places the dress code is: the more hair preferably coloured more unnaturally than a tube of Smarties and the fewer clothes the better, so long as they are black, or lace, or rubber, or sharp andvery erotic. Here you will find naked caged dancers, dangling precariously above the dance floor, luringly pulsating to the sounds. Other, more introvert, totally naked women stalk the dancefloor and clear away the glasses.

You can join them, at a cost, at the upstairs extension centre hair only so long as the colour you choose clashes with everyone else. Sadly, most of the stunning ladies are Yugoslavs, French, German or Italian, and most of the ravishing men are only interested in the Yugoslavs, French, etc The music? No one cares so long as they look wierd enough.

Even Madonna gets an occasional sing. Does Robert Smith have shares in these clubs? There he goes up the stairs, or is he the one at the bar, on the dancefloor, etc. Once accepted here, you are ready to progress to the hard-core clubs. These are mostly sordid, slimey, illegal and the places to be seen at. Once found, select your chosen club by the style of dress, which also implies the style of music. Follow the crowd. Everyone else has gone to catch the first tube or has passed out in a pool of the sewage and toxic waste that oozes down the walls.

Slimelight Up at Angel in Slimelight fester another breed. The only lighting throbs from glowing hair and poached flesh, simmering in the mud or hanging like albino kippers in the smoked air.

Slimelighters are elitist and snobs. Strangers are estranged. Wraith At the same time, Wraith offers the ultimate all night and the next day travelling commune. Residents either resemble a walking black drapery or are barely decent enough for a strip parlour. The regulars even appear from Southend and are easily identified as the ones still flinging their arms about to Page It used to be full of the greatest freaks until the indie-boppers and scallies took over.

Spats resembles the inside of a mini-metro in size, and is a steaming jungle. Failing that, a permanent red marker will suffice.

They are easy to identify by their lack of height and lack of clothes. Their heritage seems to deem a skirt unnecessary and they have an overwhelming urge to cover their bodies in fishnet, belts, chains, leather, pvc, etc.

What do they use the handcuffs for? To go with the thigh-high stiletto domination boots, no doubt. They can be seen dancing to anything they can pace up and down to, hiding beneath their black and red hair extensions. Trendies Often seen clutching a copy of Just Seventeen or Cosmopolitan, this is a common pest to be exorcised on sight.

Goths A real one will never admit to it, so call them what you like-goth, goff, goffick, meathead etc. It is often difficult to differentiate male and famale, but generally, the males are better looking and wear more make-up.

The women either follow Victorian traditions or appear almost completely naked. The more dangly bits the better. Indie-boppers Centre-parting; shoulder length, well-conditioned natural hair; loose, graffitied blue-jeans; Nike trainers; trendie indie-pop t-shirt [Family Cat, Ride ; paisley shirt. Quite harmless and boppy unless they tread on you.

Hippies Contrary to popular belief, they do not all smell and have lank, waist-length hair. However, most do insist on ranting on about Woodstock and T-Rex.

Look out for a profusion of bright embroidered sequined clothing and tassled headscarves. Steer well clear. Lots of hair and grease. No musical taste. Best ignored. Particularly common amongst festival goers, the German Army anorak is in, the more faded the better, as are tie-dyed leggings under short tassled skirts, tattered t-shirts finished off with a liberal dose of DMs or monkey boots.

Are you prepared to enter A good natured diverse, collection of families and individuals made up the countless numbers of demonstrators, in high spirits walking to protest about the crippling tax.

Twenty minutes later, a sit down protest outside the security gates of No. The police vainly attempted to remove the sitters. Disturbance was inevitable, and adding to the distress of the demonstration, the Riot and Mounted Police entered into the fray.

The black- flag-carrying Anarchists and the Anarcho Punks were sparked into violent reaction. A scaffold clad building near the South African embassy was taken and used as an offensive platform. Scaffold joints and poles were removed and hurled as spears and missiles. Next door the embassy kindled into flame soon after.

Fire Engines and Brigade men were inexcusably attacked, although Ambulance workers throughout the day were left alone. Many of the marchers had obviously been spoiling for an excuse to lash out at the police, not just the Poll Tax. It was, however, the police who instrumented the start of the trouble. Without the heavy handed, and surely misguided, attitude of those in control, the trouble would not have flared and spread as it did.

The officers were ill-informed, confused and scared. Many of them had been dragged in from football grounds and the like as the emergency grew. The Riot and Mounted Police charged indiscriminately at the crowds to disperse the multitudes. Snatch squads raided the front lines of the protestors, to root out troublemakers; a hopeless task, with a later stated number of three to three and a half thousand rioters out of the huge number of innocents.

The Police attempted to restrict entry to the Square and further progress up Whitehall, pushing protesters on this side to the Embankment. Many circumnavigated the blockage to gain entry to Trafalgar Square, where violence flared in retaliation for the action against the peaceful protest outside No.

Shattering glass concentrated the voices and exclamations of the crowds. As police moved in on small groups they were rushed by surrounding crowds. In a move to disperse the demonstrators from Trafalgar Square, the police pushed them up Charing Cross Road. Harassed marchers spread to the adjacent streets, including St Martins Lane, where they trashed and looted on there way. West End tube stations were closed adding to the difficulties of those who just wanted to get out! Oxford Street was next in the firing line as three to four thousand people rampaged its length.

People spread to the neighboring roads to the south, taking the back roads into the heart of the West End which was ritually smashed. Shopkeepers in Regent Street claimed two thousand people had run its course. They were then turned by the police and pushed back to where they had been pushed from.

A call for an assault on the Chinese Embassy was averted by a lightning response from the police radioing ahead. A fire engine had been on standby, just in case. Round in circles the protesters were forced, navigated by the short sighted will of the police, nearly every side road was entered and affected. Eventually, the marchers who remained were. Riot police charged silent protestors on the steps of St Martins in the Fields.

More considerately, Uniform officers cleared the steps of the National Gallery. Bleeding out of the square, people moved again on Whitehall and No. I used to have this, but it is long gone now. I do have the Oye Esteban one that I may pull out tonight.

Interestingly, I am far more aware of his "swoon" factor now that I am an adult. I was so keyed into his persona as a youth that I did not really plug into his complex sex appeal, which really leaps out at me when I see the old photos now. Just got the Mozpedia thing and enjoy skimming it before bed for tidbits! I never really did key into the sexual side of him. I knew it was always there but always his art of lyrics and singing style dominated for me.

I should get Mozpedia! Post a Comment. So last night I was feeling extremely Morrissey.