ABSTRACT
During our work on alcoholic liver disease, Vicky Singleton and I visited the Alcohol Advice Centre at Castle Street that I have mentioned above. In one of our papers we jointly wrote as follows (again I am grateful to Vicky Singleton for allowing me to make use of this joint work here):
Finding the door is difficult enough. In a terrace, between two cheap storefronts in a run-down part of Waterside. The kind of street only three blocks from the big store that doesn’t make it. That doesn’t make it at all. That smells of poverty. That speaks of hopelessness.
