I knew him in his wilderness days after the Pogues. He was staying in someone's tower in Wicklow. A gentleman, deeply troubled soul. I didn't like the way his wife showcased him from his hospital bed when he was clearly very ill.
May he RIP.
an alcoholic is a junkie who drinks .
i had to cope with one of my parents being an alcoholic --i was sent to boarding school to give me a chance --i then briefly for a year looked after my father who was ill and unable to deal with the mayhem .
i had a chat and he wept like a child in the center of our town when i went to London on the bus --something told me i had to get out regardless of what happened next.
my sister left aged 16 and slept on friends floors in Carlow and put herself through college and is a legal person with two grown sons one is a partner in a firm one is ATC in Dubai for the past 12 years my other two were destroyed and never married one of them taught in Madrid for 26 years until she died in order to get as far away as possible .
there are thousands of alcoholics all different to SOME degree but most will destroy anything and everything within reach to strategize how they will provide money to keep drinking .
this one dressed well and expensively -- ate a very disciplined diet was member of professional bodies and socialized extensively and drank approx 15 bottles of gin a week .
there was no limit to the cruelty no limit to the greed it was more viscous than you can read in any novel today .
it took a great deal of money in legal fees to try and rescue some of our lives as everything that threatens the status quo has to be fought by trench warfare.
when i saw Mc Gowan on his never ending bender i looked around and said isn't it wonderful he has no kids .
those who remained close to their source of income i hope they are rewarded --it was hard earned .
