Jim, thank you very much indeed for your kind words

I too take tremendous encouragement from reading others' progress threads, and it was especially helpful in the first month or so when everything was new. Without this forum and the members here my journey so far would have been a very different proposition, much to the worse.
So, last week was my highest total number of drinks since I started TSM around two months ago. 15,18,20,24,20,17,18 UK units for a grand total of 132
Funnily enough, though, although the daily amounts were up to double the amount that usually send my anxiety sky-high, apart from one very rough day my anxiety hasn't been particularly high this week. Hmm, I wonder if the supplements I've been taking can be responsible alone for that? I certainly have noticed a difference since I went on them.
Alas that really bad anxious day mean I missed the Pixies gig I was meant to attend on Tuesday, but I made it to the show last night, and WHAT a show it was! First saw 'em in 1990 and a handful of times since then, and I have NEVER seen them as tight as they were last night. Absolutely mind-blowing stuff. I also think they played the peerless Doolittle album
even better than the actual record, which is astonishing...
Ahem, I digress

The point I suppose is that I went to a very big event with one of my best and oldest friends, and biggest drinking buddies. Beers flew down (and on occasion were spilt, particularly while dancing

) and shots were necked. I
think the total over six hours drinking was 21 units, but I might have missed a drink there somewhere. Two lovely glimmers came shining through the evening of dry ice and sweaty dancing. Firstly, when we were having the final pint of the night in the pub by the station, my friend was clearly 'gone' in the eyes, and managed to knock his Guinness over, while I felt crystal clear, almost as sober as the first drink, though of course I couldn't have been (and did later notice myself slurring to the taxi driver). It must surely just be the absence of the endorphin bombardment of the bonce. (By the way, my friend is a heavy drinker, and most probably alcohol-dependent, though it is something we have never really discussed).
The second glimmer is that when I get home on a high from a gig I usually continue boozing, at least for an hour or two, and at worst another four or five beers. Last night I opened a can of lager, took one sip, didn't fancy any more, and took it to the kitchen to be disposed of. This is actually quite remarkable for me, and although I know I'm far from being cured, it's moments like this that really offer me hope and encouragement.
A weary but very happy 8