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One of my supervisors was; he was pissed at work, yet strangers would not notice it when he showed them around. He died three years ago, he was not even 55.
One of my best friends used to be an alcoholic; he ain't no more; too many parties, bottles of strong alcohol for ceremonies in his office at the cinema he managed at the time. Used to wake up in a seat in front of the big screen, at the sound of the cleaning lady's vacuum cleaner. He's over with it, but says he has to keep drinking wine to make the loss less cruel.
And some Tottenham fans, obviously.
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