I’m the guy that quit drinking in 2015 and sailed through years of sobriety without so much as a wobble…
I’m the guy that endlessly preached the benefits of a no-booze lifestyle to whoever would listen. Better skin, more money, sharper mind, no more bad decisions, better sex, effortless weight loss…
I’m the guy that was so absolutely sure I’d found a good, positive, healthy way of quitting booze that I set up SOBERPUNKS GANG, a support group with thousands of thriving members, all working towards being better versions of themselves…
I’m the guy that went to parliament and rallied for clearer alcohol-free drink labelling because “we teetotallers deserve options, and clearer information about what those options are”…
I’m the guy that people come up to at gigs and say “dude, I wish I could get off the fuckin’ pop too!”…
So why in the almighty FUCK did I wake up on Jan 1st 2022, after 6 years of unwavering sobriety, in a trashed Brighton hotel room with a hole burned in the coffee table, a mouth that tasted like arseholes, with an absolute TWAT of a hangover? And then, why did I decide to continue this madness for another 12 months??
SoberPunks blog is back, baby! And this time it’s a little bit more serious than last time (epic tagline).
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Well, it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on here. I’ve passed the 5 year booze-free mark now, so I’ve kind of run out of anything else useful to say about sobriety. Even my wanking stories are starting to dry up a bit.
Continue readingThat’s a dangerous statement for anyone to make – let alone someone with a history of alcohol issues. It’s the type of line that the phrase FAMOUS LAST WORDS was designed for; an incantation guaranteed to bring almost certain tragedy upon the utterer. Or in this case, mega-pissedness, vom, and the loss of ones trousers and phone. Continue reading
Man, I fucking love Cancer Bats; a mental hardcore punk band, full of spunk and spitting, that are proud to call Toronto their home – albeit probably a fleeting home given the amount of time these stalwarts spend on tour.
Their tunes are fast, their riffs are crushing, and their gigs are amongst some of the craziest I’ve ever witnessed (and I’ve seen Meatloaf and Billy Joel live – so I know what I’m talking about!).
But you know what’s cooler than a big, loud, fun punk band? A big, loud, fun punk band that doesn’t need BOOZE to get pepped up and start windmilling (hair, not penises, you perv), and Cancer Bats have not one but TWO members that DON’T NEED NO FUCKEN BEER TO HAVE A GUD TIME: Frontman Liam Cormier, and guitarist Scott Middleton.
I was lucky enough to catch up with badass shredder Scott, and ask him a few questions about his decision to live a life sans the devils jizz…
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When I first started this blog, back in 2016 (at 1yr sober), my intention was always to take it beyond the boundaries of just my own experiences. One bloke’s perspective is fine for a while, but it can start to become stale for 2 main reasons:
Man! It’s been a LONG time since I’ve found a spare minute to do some writing. Let me tell you a bit about what I’ve been up to:
You guys might remember that a couple of years back I interviewed Mike Hodsall, British-born bass guitarist extraordinaire for legendary Canadian punkers D.O.A, here on this very website (you can read the interview HERE). Well, since then Mike has pushed forwards fiercely with his sober-journey, and is currently within a pube-width of nailing his 3 year soberversary!! Mike is a fucking top dude, and as a proper balls-to-the-wall-punker-gone-sober-but-still-killing-it he’s a genuine card-carrying authority on how to live life PROPERLY and with NO COMPROMISES. I’m therefore turbo-chuffed that Mike chose SoberPunks as his means by which to share his musings about getting sober with the world. Put on your helmet, grab the lube, and brace yourself. It’s Mike time…
Picture the scene…
It’s Monday evening, 17:30, and you’ve just joined the traffic on the M1 motorway to make your journey home after a fucking horrendous day at work. You spent the weekend hitting the booze hard (like Oliver Reed on his birthday hard), and as a result you’re still hanging like a bastard, and the lack of proper sleep has made you cranky and irritable. Your stomach’s rumbling because you stayed in bed this morning until the last possible moment, negating any possibility of you having time to pack your usual sad little cheese sandwich and bag of Seabrook Beefy, and your car’s engine management light has just come on, looking like a bright yellow Xmas illumination against the grey, dreary, grim backdrop of the motorway on such a cold, drizzly night. Continue reading
Hi everyone,
This isn’t really a proper blog post, but rather an invitation to join our new Facebook group SOBERPUNKS GANG.
The idea is simple – it’s a group aimed solely at people who are either sober, or trying to get sober, and who need a place to connect with other people in the same boat. The group was set up a couple of weeks ago, and we already have over 200 members – with lots of good discussion and debate going on. Lot’s of really REALLY terrible jokes and memes on there too. Continue reading
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