The following graphic depicts Rusty Cock in a reconstruction of my salvation from the demon drink.

Observe the dead eyes of the drunken bird as he slurps his way into oblivion. See the expression of hopelessness as Rusty is left bereft and forlorn in the absence of booze. Marvel at the return of true happiness at his discovery of highly-caffeinated fizzy drinks and osteoporosis.

If you’d like more life-like re-enactments of events from my past, you’ll have to ask Trillion – Rusty is a one-woman bird and he only performs for her.

(Yes, that is my hair)…