At the age of 42 I had achieved much of what the world says is important. Married, with a loving wife and three great children, a lovely home and, as Managing Director of my own printing company, I enjoyed great financial benefits.
But the dream was becoming a nightmare. My largest customer base was the Scotch whisky industry and with like-minded friends I was paying the price of socialising in the drink-orientated society of Glasgow. I had a major drink problem and was on the verge of alcoholism.
I had no time for Christianity, I was much too busy getting on with the important things of life. For the generation in its early 20s who had come through the dull post-war years, the 1960s were an exciting and liberating time. The promotion of the permissive society set the mould for the life-style that followed and, by 1982, my addiction to drink was causing huge problems with my health, family and business. The hellish thing was I couldn’t see it. My mantra was ‘work hard and play hard’!
