Bar the likes of Drew Barrymore or the odd random lost street urchin, it’s a rare occurrence to see a drunk kid (I’m talking under the age of ten; puberty starts at eleven these days and some teenagers are full blown party animals by the age of twelve and a half). Not drinking is actually a way to reclaim part of your childhood. It forces the pursuit of past-times that offer genuine enjoyment and fun rather than talking shite with mates hours on end because the drunken stupor has obliterated all concept of time. Yes I am talking about ditching the fire-water and opting for wholesome fun. When was the last time we had a bit of wholesome fun? That means no 70% proof, no class A, no wanton sex. Does anyone past the age of twenty-five even know what wholesome fun is? An image springs to mind of Julie Andrews skipping across of fields of daisies followed closely by the cast from Little House on the Prairie and The Muppet Show. We don’t want that! But if kids can run around like wild lunatics and have a whale of a time, the best of times, why not adults? When is the precise moment that we realise we need alcohol to act like children when we were perfectly good at acting like children as children? Know what I is saying?
Does anyone else get the feeling that Charlie Sheen, the wild child of syndicated television is a tortured soul?
Between getting fired, the custody battles, the ex-wives, the porn babes and the drugs, it’s a wonder this bad boy hasn’t published a biography.
Instead he is opting to bring his pearls of wisdom to the stage in a one-man show, George Carlin style in a bid to entertain the masses directly. The shows have sold out.
And since he racked up more than a million followers on Twitter in just over one day he is the star of the social media world too.