OK, I know drugs are the main topic of conversation in this thread, but do any of you have hobbies or suchlike which have taken a big hold on you? I fear that I might be addicted to football, and Manchester City FC, but is it a bad thing? Finances wise, it is not good. Last season cleaned me out. I went to every single game we played, 56, plus friendlies in Holland. Wales, Poland and Belgium in the UEFA cup put me into debt. I've not missed a home game at Maine Road (old ground) or CoMs (new stadium) since 1998, and I spend far too much money going away to shitholes to see the team. I know my record isn't that good. All the homes since 1998, and around 90 percent of the aways per year. Socially, it is a great thing. I'm a happy go lucky person, and MCFC are a good conversation icebreaker. Its something us working class can bond with. I've met hundreds of thousands of City fans, and they know me. With my 'We never win at home or away' City shirt on or my blue hoodie. Always end up chatting, then we usually hit the town after the game. Example. When I went to Belgium last year I walked into the boozer, and everyone there treated me like I was a long lost brother who had been saved from hanging. That terrace camaderie makes me have a reason to live, other than girls, my career ambitions and suchlike. Mentally, I've got to the point where I'm wondering if this is an addiction. I'm constantly eating, sleeping and breathing football, and I have been doing so since 1992. First thing I think about other than sex or whatever is football. When I buy the paper, I flick to football, when I'm online, Man City websites are first call of the day. Or I'm organising away day travel with friends, or getting people to come. I think I'm addicted, but I can get away with it because being addicted to football doesn't carry the social stigma of drugs or whatever, but sometimes I really wish it wasn't this way. When I stand on a crap away terrace getting soaked, I say to myself 'Why did I go'. Of course there are magical moments where we pull off an amazing win (Spurs 3:4 City for example) where I feel like for the first time ever I am alive. When City's fourth goal went in for example I remember writhing about like a maggot, with 2000 others, hugging and just making gutteral noises totally consumed in ecstasy. So, what about you? PS. Look out for me at Crystal Palace away.