Still Standing: From Debutante to Detox

the dressing gown was pink candlewick. Old brown vomit stains on the lapels tried to hide themselves in shame as I swept into the room, weaving my way towards the silver drinks tray with its Waterford crystal decanters of whisky and brandy. By the time I raised the decanter to toast the elite of Auckland, the dressing gown was flapping around my naked body like a spinnaker without its sheets. that Liz Jamieson-Hastings is sane, sober and still standing is a miracle. At 21 she was a hopeles...