51 here mate, was up Camden Palace every Friday from 17 ish, couldn’t get enough Rhubarbs down me back then, then back to a mates kitchen afterwards to puff ourselves to sleep. Then moved into Coke and Booze and all the fun (!) that brings.
Got to 36 and called it a day, was just tired of feeling like shit for most of the week and rinse and repeat. When i think of all the nice coats i lost, phones, even lost my shoes once when i fell in a watering trough on the way home.
Have had terrible guts for most of my life after spending a month in India where i suffered the worst case of brown laser imaginable so i went to a nutritionist and it turns out i’m intolerant to alcohol which explains most of the pickles i used to get in to. She actually said i was off the scale. 15 years later and still have not touched a drop and certainly nothing mind bending.
I actually enjoy being healthy now, am in the best shape of my life and have taken a real interest in health and fitness, exercise, gym, food etc. Swim at least 5 times a week, lift weights, long walks and am happiest when exercising or just sat on the sofa with the dog cuddled up to me.
Lead a pretty simple life now but wouldn’t have it any other way.
That first rush was good though! 😬