So, according to the latest figures, Britain has the biggest problems with addiction to opiates, such as heroin, and female alcoholism in Europe. Surprise?
Not really.
Heroin junkies here are treated like reasonable people who will get better with support and treatment I get offended when I see ads in papers warning these people to inject with caution cause there's been an anthrax outbreak recently. Because, you know, injecting who knows what into your veins is normally safe. I get angry when I have to wait in a pharmacy on methadone day, listening to them honking about where's the best place to get cheap Valium. I get even more annoyed when they come to the homeless assessment with a demanding needy attitude, people who have not worked one day in their adult lives, don't intend to and take all for granted.
And every Friday and Saturday nights there's scary packs of teenage girls and menopausal women roaming the streets of Scottish towns, filled with vodka and radioactive looking cocktails, with rage and idiocy, puking, falling over, starting fights, breaking glass, vandalising and screaming. I get annoyed when I have to jump over puddles of vomit and trip over unconscious kids on my way back home. When I have to get out of a way of a clucking hen party tottering down the middle of the road, slapping people out of their way. How are you supposed to not become an alcoholic if this is your idea of a good weekend since you're 13 years old until your liver gives up?
Great.
Britain's now not only a European capital of childhood obesity and credit card debts, but also a paradise for people who never learn to take responsibility for their life choices and understand that actions have consequences.
Communist style 'sober up chambers', where drunks and junkies were welcomed with an ice cold hose down to wash off lice and puke and then tied to metal beds for the night until they sober up and finally charged for this service, suddenly sounds like not such a bad idea...
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