The nice people at Talk Radio London invited me to share how I quit my drink problem on the Sam Delaney program.
I was flattered, nervous, and ???? percent sober. Hell, I wasn’t even that manic.
None of that was enough to filter my vulgarity when we started talking about how alcohol blew up my life. It lasted about 5 minutes.
HOST: What made you finally give you alcohol?
ME: I was just so tired of that shit kicking my ass. Eventually I had enough and had to say fuck it…
PRODUCER: I’m sorry, we need to end the session. Language is not allowed.
Things are cool, they’re not pissed and I don’t think I did too much harm. I do feel bad for the assistant producer who invited me to the show. I tried to reach out and make amends on Twitter as soon as I stopped laughing.
@sobertony No problem Tony, congrats on 79 days and best luck for the future mate
— Sam Delaney (@DelaneyMan) May 4, 2017
What I Learned Today
- Even sober, I can make a fool out of myself at an international level.
- I’m not a recovery role model. I’m just a regular drunk, staying sober one day at a time.
- It’s fun to talk recovery. Maybe the podcast people will send me an invite.
- English people has the sexiest voices, even when they reject you on live radio. I think I’m crushing on the radio producer. ????
Despite the comic setback, I’m glad to enjoy this little sobriety adventures.
Maybe it’s time to make a list of the worst things I did while sober – this could be exhibit A.
I had to giggle at this, Tony!
I’m sorry you got kicked off.
Maybe you can set up your own radio show and swear all you want!
xo
Wendy
It’s a funny story. Maybe I was just nervous. I’ve felt like an outlaw for a while so I guess I forget about society norms etc.
Sidenote – I’m also banned from using Western Union ???? too many sketchy international money transfers. I used to support a lot of people in Haiti with cash. But now that I’m down here I just go to the ATM
IMO your profanity is like flavoring. All you have to do is read much of your writing and your intelligence and education come thru. Sorry you got squashed. I suspect nerves played a big part.
Thanks. It’s like too much tabasco!
I think profanity became a habit on the way down to rock bottom. It was my cry for help or something. Now that I’m in recovery I don’t want to pretend like I’m fixed or somehow “got my shit together.”
Plus, I really hate what addiction did to me.