Each day this week, I plan to outline my behaviour during the last 10 years of my drinking.  Keep coming back.  Maybe by Friday, a pattern will emerge.
By August of 1993, I had been on the road, living out of a suitcase, for almost 5 years.  My home base, since early 1989, had been in the UK.  Most summers, from April-October, I spent there, working.  During the winter months I would be sent to various locations in the Mediterranean and West Africa.  Our work was very dependent on offshore weather conditions.
When in the UK, I travelled often; to Wales, Ireland, northern England but mostly to Aberdeen in Scotland.  I'd often fly across the North Sea to Holland and take a train from Amsterdam to a small port north of there.  Sometimes a trip every week or two -- to somewhere. 
I could get around any terminal at London Heathrow with my eyes closed.  Sometimes I did.
I knew all the good pubs.  In London, Guildford, Seven Oaks, Pembroke, Middlesbrough, Hull, Manchester, Aberdeen, Edinburgh.  In Cork, Ireland.  In Amsterdam and Den Helder.  In Esbjerg, Denmark.
After about 5 years, I needed some time away from work (notice I didn't include time away from pubs).  I finally finagled 3 weeks off in August.  I went to Amsterdam and took a train to Hamburg, Germany.  Spent a few days there then back to Amsterdam for about 10 days, then back to London.  The last few days of that time off, I was dreading going back to work.  I must include here that I was spending 14-18 hours per day - drinking.  The day before I was due back, I realized that I just wasn't ready to return, mentally.  I sat in my second home (a pub) and thought it over very hard.  The next morning, I walked into the office and resigned.  Told the boss I was just totally burned out and couldn't work any more.  I had been with the same company* for 12 years.  Faithful.  Dependable.  Now I was done.
Two days later, with everything packed in my 2 suitcases and a loaded bank account, I moved to Amsterdam.  My Paradise of Vice.
*  it changed ownership in 1992 from American to British, but they still owned me
to be continued
 
1 comment:
Ahhhhh, Amsterdam!
I think the town has toned down since I was there in the nineties... It was WILD.
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