So, how do you know when you're an alcoholic? When you've not had a drink in only 18 hours and already you're climbing the walls? When your kidneys ache and your body is saying no more, and yet more is all you want? Sod it. one quick phone call to the Lemon and there I was, his sofa, in front of Doctor Who, two bottles of red bought so quickly I'd barely given the label a quick glance. Again, I was meant to be writing chapter 6, as ever. Is alcoholism the new procrastination? Will I ever finish this novel?