I finally finished reading Jinxed, Del Greening’s autobiography the guitarist and one of the founding members of my favourite band Peter and the Test Tube Babies, I had devoured all but the last two chapters and it’s taken a few weeks to pick the book back up. It like a lot of autobiographies I have read, they get a bit wrapped up in parts of their lives that are not as interesting to me as the journey. A good example was Morrisseys which I gave up on towards the end because it was just describing recent concert after recent concert and not that interestingly either. I thought this one was heading that way recounting stage managing for Lily Allen which was nothing to do with what I wanted to hear about, little did I know the last two chapters contained some self-reflection that really resonated with me.
He revealed he’d given up drink and drugs for no other reason than it got boring and it had run its course. He no longer felt the need to get wasted and no one wants to see a 60 year old man stumbling in the street throwing up, he does still consider the image of an old man in the corner of a pub drinking half a mild with a Jack Russell by his feet, very appealing, though!
It got me thinking about my sobriety and why it was never something I thought I could do because my hero’s in life all drank to excess and how much you drank meant how much of a man you were and to be masculine you have to drink. My drinking (and smoking, back in the day) was as much an image as it was a habit and to hear that a hero had given up drinking sort of validated my sobriety. I wish I’d read the last two chapters first because the stories of excess made me miss the image the masculinity drinking gave me, and the feeling of being drunk in the pub with my mates, but as Del points out there is nothing more boring than a drunk me retelling the same old stories until I pass out.
Being sober around drunk people gets boring very quickly too, if I’m drunk I never want to leave the pub and could easily drink for 6 hours plus, no problem, but the thought of being sober for 6 hours in a pub full drunk people would be torture The thoughts of what I could do with that time if I was not there would drive me crackers!.
The best thing to happen to me so far this year, maybe, is realising my concern about image maybe why I drank and image maybe why I won’t drink again I always thought it was addiction that made me drink but that may not be true?