I've just come from a call to one of my semi-regulars. He's alcoholic, has a stomach ulcer, and is as thin as a rake. He is sitting in a filthy kitchen surrounded by empty bottles of cheap booze.

He's 26 years old.

His friend, of the same age, is also an alcoholic. He has pancreatitis.

Asked if they want to try a rehab programme, I was told that they weren't interested.

I've got to confess, it made me angry. Two lives being washed away with bottles of cheap cider.

"So you want to die?", I asked.

They didn't have an answer.

Now I just want to hit something.