I was watching a programme recently about micro-pigs that turned out not to be so micro after all and were wrecking their owners’ homes and lives as they turned into full-on piggies far better suited to an acre of mud and woodland than a domestic home, however adored they were. It rang bells for me. By the time I stopped drinking it did sometimes feel like I was living with an out of control animal that was wrecking my life. I didn’t have an overgrown micropig but my out of control animal was definitely a PIG – a Problem of Instant Gratification around my use of alcohol.

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