Here’s a great interview from The Telegraph out of the UK. Why have this man’s internal organs not shut down completely?
[H]e stumbles gamely into the lounge of a Dublin hotel, albeit two hours late for our appointment, and is soon ensconced on a sofa with an assortment of drinks in front of him, including a pint of Guinness, a glass of red wine, a bottle of rosé, and an extra-large gin and tonic.
It is hard to tell whether he is in the early or latter stages of a binge. Maybe it doesn’t make a difference any more. His skin is deathly white, his hair grey and upward-pointing. He occasionally removes his sunglasses to reveal pale-blue, unfocusing eyes, and when he grins, he displays his gums, now entirely bereft of his once-famous stumpy teeth.