I was sad to see Amy Winehouse in a bit of bother today again, its a tough road for her and with a father who appears to see her as a meal ticket she has her hands full.
As a recovering alcoholic (almost 10 years sober) I see a long and difficult road in front of her as long as she has these people at her beck and call.
I am so glad that tough love was used on me and I ended up in a bedsit with a bottle crying my eyes out most days wondering why the world had turned against me, not allowed to see my sons, not even able to provide for them and disowned by my parents the only way was up.
I wondered into an AA room was loved and cared for until I could do it for myself.
The early years were incredibly tough with not a lot of breaks but things improved albeit very slowly.
I remember the first time I was allowed to take my sons to town shopping on my own and the pain of handing them back that afternoon and heading back to my flat, my eyes water now even typing.
Things got better one day at a time and we are on vacation now in Spain and having a ball, even my 21yr old Son came with us.
I don’t know why I am writing like this, I suppose its out of gratitude and thanks to the man above for opening the gates of hell and letting me out.
Stick with it Amy you can do it.

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I am going to be off-line this weekend and its all Charlie Hurley’s fault.
In 1957 Cork born Charlie Hurley arrived and begun my Dad’s obsession with Sunderland A.F.C. 51 years is a long time to support a football club and never get to see them.

So today that’s going to rectified, three generations of Phelan men make the pilgrimage from Cork to Sunderland.
My Dad grew up in poor times post war and his father died when he was a very young boy, times were tough and he went to work at 13, we have never had an amazing relationship and I cant never remember him treating himself once.
This weekend is my way of saying thanks Dad and hopefully a brand new start.

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