My father was an alcoholic for most of his life. And for all of mine. When we finally returned to my father's house after his death, there was still empty vodka bottles scattered on the floor near the sofa where he had been lying when his neighbour found him and called the ambulance. My father was an alcoholic throughout his adult life and it was alcohol that finally killed him. That is a fact...

I was recently six month in New York doing research among stand-up comedians. During that time, I was only at one really huge party. And, as far as I remember, it was the only time during those six months that I was really drunk...

I have never analysed my own dreams. Somehow the idea of interpreting the symbolic meaning of my unconscious thoughts seems too obvious. Or contrived. But the dream I had last night lends itself surprisingly well to a fairly straightforward symbolic analysis, I think...

I just left a nice party in order to have time to write a blog post before midnight. I think that is a clear indication that this project has become quite important to me. Or maybe the blog post was simply an excuse for me to leave the party because I wouldn't admit to myself that I was tired and not at all in the mood for huge social gatherings with lots of talkative people.

The only thing that encourages me about the current disastrous global environmental crisis is that it confirms what I have always known: Even though the situation might be critical right now, things will eventually get much worse...

The other day my wife noted – almost as a passing remark – that it is striking that I decided to quit alcohol only a couple of weeks after our teenage son bought his first beer. She suggested that perhaps I made the decision because I didn’t want my son to see me drunk during his…formative drinking years…