Alcoholism Is No Joke...Unless You're a Mother
Picture this: You're walking down the street, it's three in the afternoon, and you pass a man who's not dressed too sharp, he looks like he could do with a shave and shower, and the stench of alcohol assaults your nostrils with vigour. You turn to your friend, wrinkle your nose in disgust, and watch as he pulls a can of Carlsberg Special Brew from his pocket and cracks it open. You stare in judgement; "Can you believe it? It's not even five o'clock yet!" Then you turn away, keep on walking, and forget about your brief stint as a self-made Judge. We've all done it.