Directed by: Ryan Burke
A. A. Gill’s memoir begins in the dark of a dormitory with six strangers. He is an alcoholic, dying in the last-chance saloon – driven to dry out, not out of a desire to change but mainly through weariness. He tells the truth – as far as he can remember it – about drinking and about what it is like to be drunk.
Pour Me is about the blackouts, the collapse, the despair: ‘Pockets were a constant source of surprise – a lamb chop, a votive candle, earrings, notes written on paper and ripped from books’ and even, once, a pigeon. ‘Morning pockets,’ he says, ‘were like tiny crime scenes.’ He recalls the lost days, lost friends, failed marriages…. But there was also ‘an optimum inebriation, a time when it was all golden, when the drink and the pleasure made sense and were brilliant’.