When Neil and I returned from Singapore, and I plugged my Chinese SIM card back into my mobile, I received the following text: Drinks at 8pm at The House in memory of Peter. Being immediately mystified by this cryptic message, I rang the originator of the text and found out that an Australian bloke we barely knew had passed away in Xiamen upon his return from holidays in the Philippines.

He was only 31. And he was an alcoholic.

So perhaps it was fitting, maybe ironic, that we were gathering at a bar one week later. Peter had been working in Xiamen for less than a year, and had made a number of friends. Three of them chose to speak, reminiscing about great times with Peter, which all seemed to revolve around the themes:

  • Peter was a great guy
  • He was looking to get drunk / he was completely off his face
  • He whipped his little fella out to have a whizz in public whenever he felt like it
  • He was addicted to Handjob Parlours™
  • Wasn’t Peter a great guy?
  • He’d want us to get drunk in his memory

Hey, remember that time Peter drunkenly head butted a complete stranger because this stranger happened to tell Peter off for insulting and harassing his wife? What a kidder!

It is, naturally, a great shame that someone so young passed away. But there’s no gentle, diplomatic way to say this — romanticising his excessive drinking is bad. Treating his alcoholism as a charming personality quirk instead of an addiction that most probably killed him is not, in my humble opinion, a fitting send-off for someone who was supposed to be a friend. The sad thing is, the only memories people have of him are that he was a drunk who managed to get away with extremely bad behaviour.